I’ve been feeling empty like my soul slipped out in silence, left behind a shell that smiles. Lonely isn’t even the word. It’s quieter than that. Like no one sees the ghost I’ve become. There’s a darkness, a shadow curling at my feet, climbing up my chest, and sinking in. My mind is a storm with no clear eye. Thoughts crash, repeat, and drown me in their rhythm. Every day, the same ache. Every night, the same questions. Is this it? Is this all? Because somewhere, beneath the weight, a flicker whispers: It can’t be. And maybe that whisper is enough for now.