Happy Soppiepoppie

Hello!

There is a quiet that only lives in the glow of a screen where the trees sway gently and the sky always turns to stars at just the right time. In this place, I water imaginary flowers, collect shells in slow steps, I visit tiny houses where someone is always home, and they are always glad that I came. No one rushes me. No one needs more than I have to give. Here, the day unfolds in tiny tasks that soothe, not strain. The music hums like a lullaby, soft loops of comfort that curl around me like a blanket I forgot I had. And outside— the real world can wait. Its noise fades as I place another flower, build another corner of calm. This is not escape. This is remembering that I am allowed to rest.

She wore a smile like her favourite dress; Easy to put on, hard to remove. At day-time a flawless play, everybody liked her, but behind the scenes, she was alone and hurting. A need for screaming at the top of her lungs, crying her heart out, letting her guard down, running away... But she could not show it. The woes fed on her; They had her appetite for breakfast, her sleep for lunch and her health for dinner. She wondered how long it would take for those thoughts to be long gone; When would they leave her alone? Did they not pester her enough?