We are simply a state—of what is, and what isn’t. We hold the weight of truth in one hand, and the illusion in the other. And still, we walk. Because to continue existing— to breathe without breaking— sometimes we must retreat into a world where peace doesn’t demand the sacrifice of self. Not every escape is denial. Sometimes it’s survival.
To The Void — open letters, confessions, and small truths. Replies may be posted here with names withheld.