Tag emotional journeys
Sometimes the greatest poison is the one we never see —
because it lives inside us, quietly, deeply,
in the stories we never tell.
There once was a Body.
It had no name. No age.
It was perfect — built of atoms, structures, cells.
But inside… it was empty.
You didn’t build it for applause.
You built it because your soul needed a place
where it could sit down and exhale.
I’m not sure when it happened.
Maybe there wasn’t a single moment.
But today, I can feel it clearly:
I built my Home.
I opened something that looked like simple words.
But inside—there was a mirror.
Sometimes you wake up,
and everything feels… foreign.
As if you’ve fallen back onto this planet
forgetting why you came.
There was a voice inside her that no one ever heard.
Not because it was too soft —
but because she kept it hidden.