A MIND FULL OF STORIES
“A different way of seeing things” Many people think writers simply create stories, but sometimes writers are only trying to save themselves quietly. Sometimes the stories are not fiction at all. Sometimes every line hides a memory, a fear, a regret, or a person who still lives inside the chambers of the heart. And I think that is true for me too. A lot of things remain hidden inside me. Feelings I never expressed. Questions I never asked. Conversations I replay inside my head. Memories I revisit during sleepless nights. I carry them silently because I fear what would happen if they ever escaped from my heart all at once. There is a strange pain in being someone who feels everything deeply but says very little aloud. People see you smiling, working, joking, and living normally, while inside you are carrying entire oceans of emotions. Some days I feel like my heart is not a heart anymore but a locked room filled with unfinished thoughts and unspoken truths. And the strange thing is that...