Daily Mood Drops

I don’t need to explain my softness to anyone.

There’s a loneliness that comes from remembering too much.

The night knows all the names I don’t say out loud.

Even the past has its own kind of lullaby.

My thoughts drift like leaves in early autumn.

I watched the day fade and felt something inside me do the same.

Even the light feels distant when my thoughts are cloudy.

My quiet doesn’t mean I’m gone—it means I’m feeling.

I carry so many versions of myself in this moment.

Some nights, I exist only in my memories.

Some silences aren’t empty—they’re just full of things we don’t say.