Turbulence....

I carry the silence like a stone in my chest, heavy, unyielding, unwilling to rest. The world keeps spinning, bright and loud, but I walk beneath it, lost in the crowd. Memories echo like voices in a cave, haunting, unasked for, yet what I crave. Every smile feels borrowed, every laugh feels thin, like a door that opens, but no one walks in. I wish I could lay down the weight I conceal, but sadness is stubborn—it refuses to heal. Still, somewhere inside, a whisper remains, that even in sorrow, there's beauty in pain.