#icannotbesilent

I don’t write because I have something to say, I write because if I don’t, the silence will consume me.

I write because I burn. Because the words rise like smoke from a breath that's choking.

I write to gather my scattered pieces, to shape the chaos, to prove that something inside me still moves, still resists.

Each line, a step into the dark. Each period, a breath that dared to leave.