Okay, so—
I didn’t just walk out.
I ran.
Not in a cool, slow-mo movie way.
More like tripping over a slipper
and accidentally knocking over my own confidence.

From what?
Everything.
The noise, the drama, the people who say
“Can I give you some feedback?”
(Please don’t. I’m fragile.)

I ran from my to-do list,
from “urgent” group calls,
and that one aunty who asks
if I’ve “lost weight or just look sick.”
Honestly, both.

I ran when I saw my old teacher at the grocery store.
I ran when someone asked,
“What’s your 5-year plan?”
I barely have a 5-minute one
and it mostly involves snacks.

Call it immature—
I call it survival.

I didn’t pack much.
Just chips, a charger,
and a carefully folded blanket of denial.

No regrets.
Now I’m somewhere quiet,
where no one talks about promotions,
weddings,
or “what I’ve accomplished lately.”

Just me, my hoodie,
and a growing list of things I pretend don’t exist

I count the stars with your name in breath,
Each night a prayer, a soft silhouette—
You're not mine—no ties, no claim—
Yet my soul still trembles at your name.

You're a dream that walks in daylight’s hue,
A shadow cast in skies of blue…
Four long years, a cruel decree,
Between your heartbeat and my plea.

I ache to touch, to hold, to see,
The version of you that's meant for me.
To trace your smile, your silent grace,
And find my haven in your embrace.

I know the clock won’t cheat for love
No sudden sign will fall from above.
Still, every second stretches thin,
With you so far, yet deep within.

You don’t yet see the tears I hide,
Or how you live in thoughts I bide—
But still I’m entranced, unaware—
But still I wait, and still I care.

So I will wait through silent years,
Through sleepless nights and hidden tears.
My heart will hold what time ignores,
Until love leads you to my door.

I walk through rooms that know my name,
Where silence holds me, not to tame.
No need to speak, no need to be
More than the quiet inside of me.

Some chase the crowd to feel alive,
But I, in stillness, breathe and thrive.
They wonder how I stand alone—
But here, I’ve made a world my own.

The stars don’t ask where I have been,
The night just lets me sink within.
No masks to wear, no roles to play,
Just drifting thoughts that choose to stay.

A cup of tea, a half-read page,
A place untouched by noise or rage.
They fear the hush—I call it home,
Where silence hums and I have grown.