16/10/2025
I smile. I work. I talk like everything is normal.
But inside, I’m falling apart.
Everywhere I go, there are traces of you —
in the songs that used to make you hum,
in the chair you used to sit in,
in the quiet moments when the world slows down.
Every conversation feels incomplete without your voice,
every day feels heavier without your laughter.
I keep pretending I’m okay,
because that’s what people expect — smiles, strength, moving on.
But the truth is, Dad,
I don’t know how to live in a world where you don’t exist.
It’s like breathing without air, walking without ground beneath my feet.
You were my home, and now I’m just wandering —
trying to find pieces of you in a world that keeps moving without you.