Alone in Thoughts

The room is quiet, but my mind is a crowded street. Memories brush past like strangers, some smiling, some looking away. I sit still, yet travel miles within. The walls do not move, but they feel closer when I breathe too slowly.

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Alone in thought, time becomes elastic. A minute can stretch like a lifetime, or vanish before I notice. Faces from years ago arrive uninvited,
their voices half-remembered, their touch both welcome and foreign.

I try to anchor myself to the present— the hum of the clock, the weight of my hands— but the tide of reflection pulls me under again.
Every decision I made echoes back with different endings, and I wonder if they all still live in me.

Still, there is a strange comfort to be found here. In this private space, no one interrupts. The world’s noise fades to a whisper. I can untangle my fears, fold my regrets into paper birds, and let them fly in the silence.

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