04/03/2026
The world feels loud with chaos,
yet somehow, laughter still rises in the streets.
People carry on, light, untouched,
while I stand in the quiet, feeling everything.
As an empath, I do not just see the storm,
I become it.
Every unseen current, every restless energy
finds its way into me,
settling in my bones, heavy and uninvited.
My body tries to hold what was never mine to carry,
and it is too much,
too much noise, too much weight, too much feeling.
So I retreat.
Behind closed doors, within familiar walls,
I gather the scattered pieces of myself.
Here, in this stillness,
I am safe,
even if the world beyond continues to tremble.
