lost in own

Some days tilt like the earth forgot its plan, like the sky leans heavy on my shoulders. I wake up fine.. by night, I’m torn apart — questions in my head, a war in my heart. One voice says: “Wait… this storm will fade.” Another screams: “Move, before it’s too late.” A quiet one smirks: “What if both are wrong ?? Uneven days don’t just twist the world I see, they pull out hidden pieces inside of me — impatience. fear. the need to control. the weight of silence that eats at my soul. Because somewhere between the fear and the fight, in the mess, m in the dark, in the sleepless nights — I’m becoming someone I never thought I could be. Sometimes courage knocks… but it never stays. Sometimes clarity comes… then slips away.