🕊️

For so long, I believed my wings were broken.
I wanted to fix them —
but they were never damaged.
I just didn’t remember how to use them.

They became a journal of my failures.
A memory of all I didn’t know.

I kept asking:
Why am I here? Who am I?

And the answer was… silence.
A deep, black void that swallowed my body and soul.

But deep inside, there was always a voice:
“Hey. I’m here. I know who you are. Do you hear me?”

I ignored it.
I listened to others — their judgments, their noise.
I believed they knew better.
And slowly, I became… no one.
An empty shell. A life with no meaning.

But the voice never left.
“Can you hear me now?”

And one day — I did.
Not with fireworks. Not with drama.
Just… a quiet whisper:
“Hi. It’s me. And I’m you. Want to talk?”

🌿 Let this stay with you today:

Sometimes it’s not about hearing louder — it’s about finally listening.