What’s my escape?
Painting, watching movies, making videos, writing.
But he’s my real escape.
With him, the world feels quiet.
I can think, speak, and act without fear of judgment.
But is he truly my escape?
Or is it just the illusion of escaping reality I want to hold on to?
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Whispers of romance
I create. I feel. I write what lingers.
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Will it ever be enough?
Whatever I do feels like it’s never enough, and I’m so exhausted with everything. I spend my time on everyone, yet no one seems to understand that I’m not giving myself any time. My mental health isn’t terrible, but it isn’t good either. I am cared for, I am loved, and I have everything, yet I still crave peaceful nights.
By Whispers of romanceabout a year ago in Poets
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This is beautifully introspective and heartfelt! The mix of creative outlets and emotional connection is so relatable, and the questioning at the end adds a layer of depth. Wonderfully written!