I wonder if you're looking at the same moon tonight. It feels closer when I imagine someone else is awake too.
The silence at 3 AM isn't empty. It's full of the things we didn't say during the day. Sleep well, stranger.
To whoever is reading this: your heart is heavy, but you are still carrying it. That is enough for today.
Sometimes I just drive. No destination, just the hum of the engine and the streetlights passing by like memories.
I hope you find the peace you're looking for. The sun will be up soon, and we'll try again.
Writing this so I don't feel so invisible. If you can see these words, thank you for being here with me.