At times like these

At times like these, when I stand in the middle, stranded between myself and my shadow, between myself and my thoughts, between myself and your ghost, the emptiness fills me with a heaviness that makes me weary. I suffocate… I sink. Where are you, I wonder? Do I ever haunt you, at times like these? Do you ever stand alone in your room, wishing I were here? Am I the only one praying for silence to be broken? Am I the only one who feels that at times like these, silence is louder than anything?

Ever since I was a little girl, writing has been my passion and my escape. I wanted a platform where this small voice - that usually dares only be heard by the notebook in the corner of my room - can reach out to the world. I have always been fascinated by this ability we have to turn a transient thought or feeling into something that could last forever and that could be communicated to any other member of our species who would stumble upon it. After all, we're one and the same, aren't we? Our hopes, dreams, fears, pain, joy are what make us who we are. This page is for you out there reading it, so I invite you to delve into this notebook as if it were your own. Welcome to my notebook. Many thanks to the creator of this page who made my dream come true.

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