Flow State

Why do we share,

to people who probably don't care?

Would they even remember?

Could they even be our helper?

What is even the point?

Us meeting is already kind of a crazy miracle

And the following may not sound lyrical

But it doesn't mean we can share everything.

I can't communicate well.

I'm the worst at sharing my emotions.

I'm not gonna tell you this,

Cuz why tell anyways?

I am strong.

But the question is, can I prolong?

One does notice,

But what am I supposed to say?

Lost, Despair, Shame

Telling would just result in the same,

It wouldn't change anything anyway.

Where am I going?

Where am I running?

Carrying this weight alone,

as if silence were kinder than burdening another soul.

So are we meant to live in isolation?

Guarding something that's ticking within us,

something that only grows heavier—

something that just gets bigger the more that it's shared.

But why does one even follow?

Why reach for hands that are letting go?

You don't even know what I'm up against,

yet you stand beside me,

against something you probably don't even comprehend.

Maybe that's what confuses me most.

Not that you noticed,

but the fact that you stayed.

Why stay?

Even when I kept running,

you followed without demanding answers.

Even when I hid my wounds,

you go and treat them gently anyways.

Maybe sharing pain was never about making it disappear.

Maybe it changes nothing at all,

No one else gets our despair anyway.

Maybe the despair still lingers,

Maybe the shame still remains,

and maybe the weight still cuts deep into my soul.

Maybe this cliff was never an ending.

Maybe rock bottom only looked like death because I was facing it alone.

Maybe the wounds still ache,

maybe the darkness still follows,

and maybe some monsters never truly leave.

But somehow,

the weight feels softer when another set of footsteps echo beside my own.

So thank you—truly.

Thank you, for holding my hand while I fall.

For opening your own wounds first, so mine no longer felt shameful.

For seeing my silence and staying anyway.

You may never truly know what hunts me in the dark,

but you stayed anyway.

And maybe that's what matters more than understanding ever could.

Let's get swept away together.

For we are not fearless, and therefore we are powerful.