Weightless ⁠♡

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  I stepped out of myself today. I just stood there, a silent ghost, watching my own body move through the heavy ache of living. It broke something inside my mind to see it from the outside to look into my own eyes and feel the absolute, hollow emptiness staring back. I used to hold onto things. I used to have hope. But I watched it drain out of me, until there was nothing left but space. I am so light now. So fragile, like dry autumn leaves. If the wind were to catch me right now, it would carry me away, drift me across the sky, and drop me somewhere so far down that I would never, ever want to come back. There is a strange regret in being this hollow. I watched my body beg for sleep, pleading for the dark to just turn off the noise. But sleep is no longer a requirement for this life. The clock keeps ticking, but the rest never comes. So I roamed. Endless, heavy nights, walking side by side with my lover. Dark after dark, two shadows chasing a phantom. We were hunting for hope, bu...

Some of Us Will Never Know Who We Are Without the Performance



I’m not gonna lie, social media is fake. 

Even real life is fake. 

Sometimes, we never get to know our true selves because we’re constantly performing to fit someone else’s perspective or version of us. 

It’s so sad when you really think about it. Because your life is yours.

Literally no one has walked in your shoes or felt the pain and experiences that shaped you into who you are today.

But somehow, we crumble at the words of people who judge and criticize us.

 And then, we spend our lives behind fake smiles and filters, pretending everything is okay

 ....while slowly losing ourselves and dying inside.

Since when did our lives become about likes, shares, and views?

Everyone’s obsessed with how many likes and views they’ll get on a post.

 People start performing, doing weird things just to get attention and approval. 

Yet, they’ll proudly say “my life, my rules” and act like no one controls them when in reality, it’s all an act for their audience.

And when they do finally gather the courage to be themselves, people cancel them.

 They hate them for it. Because now, they’re no longer the version that always got approved, always loved by society.

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