padayon

the room was quiet except for the sound of my thoughts trying to untangle themselves through a glowing screen

The strangest part about writing faster is realizing the satisfaction sometimes arrives smaller too.

Some nights, the rain remembers things for you.

I didn’t realize how tired I was from constantly editing myself before anyone else could misunderstand me.

some houses stay with you because of how quietly safe they felt

the house gets quieter after midnight, but somehow the mind gets louder

some spaces are built because the world started feeling too loud.