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The Pause That Heals

Sitting on my couch, the window is half open, letting in a soft breeze. The greenery outside catches my eyes. Its stillness oddly comforting. I lean back slowly into the cushions letting the world outside blurr for a moment. My thoughts wander, retracing paths I've walked, choices I've made and dreams I've tucked away.

In this moment I'm stealing time for myself. Hiding from the noise of the crowd and the constant hum of expectations. After all the chaos, all the rushing, all the pretending to keep up this feels like a secret rebellion. Choosing to pause choosing to just be.

The hemlock of life slowly goes down my throat. Its bitterness lingering in my chest. But in these stolen moments I find the only antidote that works—silence, solitude, and the quiet act of remembering who I am beneath it all. It doesn't cure the heaviness, but it soothes it, softens its edges and for now that's enough.
 
The pause that is so needed ... Feels relaxing and warm when I read this baby *hugs and kisses* . So beautifully written.
You go girl !
Thanks babe. It’s the best feeling when others relate to what I write. *Purple heart*
The pause that is so needed ... Feels relaxing and warm when I read this baby *hugs and kisses* . So beautifully written.
You go girl !
 
Sitting on my couch, the window is half open, letting in a soft breeze. The greenery outside catches my eyes. Its stillness oddly comforting. I lean back slowly into the cushions letting the world outside blurr for a moment. My thoughts wander, retracing paths I've walked, choices I've made and dreams I've tucked away.

In this moment I'm stealing time for myself. Hiding from the noise of the crowd and the constant hum of expectations. After all the chaos, all the rushing, all the pretending to keep up this feels like a secret rebellion. Choosing to pause choosing to just be.

The hemlock of life slowly goes down my throat. Its bitterness lingering in my chest. But in these stolen moments I find the only antidote that works—silence, solitude, and the quiet act of remembering who I am beneath it all. It doesn't cure the heaviness, but it soothes it, softens its edges and for now that's enough.
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Sitting on my couch, the window is half open, letting in a soft breeze. The greenery outside catches my eyes. Its stillness oddly comforting. I lean back slowly into the cushions letting the world outside blurr for a moment. My thoughts wander, retracing paths I've walked, choices I've made and dreams I've tucked away.

In this moment I'm stealing time for myself. Hiding from the noise of the crowd and the constant hum of expectations. After all the chaos, all the rushing, all the pretending to keep up this feels like a secret rebellion. Choosing to pause choosing to just be.

The hemlock of life slowly goes down my throat. Its bitterness lingering in my chest. But in these stolen moments I find the only antidote that works—silence, solitude, and the quiet act of remembering who I am beneath it all. It doesn't cure the heaviness, but it soothes it, softens its edges and for now that's enough.
The thing about solitude is that it's really seductive. Once u have fallen in its charms, then there ain't any coming back.
Kudos, InkyWhispers - enjoyed. Keep up the great work! :)

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Sitting on my couch, the window is half open, letting in a soft breeze. The greenery outside catches my eyes. Its stillness oddly comforting. I lean back slowly into the cushions letting the world outside blurr for a moment. My thoughts wander, retracing paths I've walked, choices I've made and dreams I've tucked away.

In this moment I'm stealing time for myself. Hiding from the noise of the crowd and the constant hum of expectations. After all the chaos, all the rushing, all the pretending to keep up this feels like a secret rebellion. Choosing to pause choosing to just be.

The hemlock of life slowly goes down my throat. Its bitterness lingering in my chest. But in these stolen moments I find the only antidote that works—silence, solitude, and the quiet act of remembering who I am beneath it all. It doesn't cure the heaviness, but it soothes it, softens its edges and for now that's enough.
Excellent writing
 
Sitting on my couch, the window is half open, letting in a soft breeze. The greenery outside catches my eyes. Its stillness oddly comforting. I lean back slowly into the cushions letting the world outside blurr for a moment. My thoughts wander, retracing paths I've walked, choices I've made and dreams I've tucked away.

In this moment I'm stealing time for myself. Hiding from the noise of the crowd and the constant hum of expectations. After all the chaos, all the rushing, all the pretending to keep up this feels like a secret rebellion. Choosing to pause choosing to just be.

The hemlock of life slowly goes down my throat. Its bitterness lingering in my chest. But in these stolen moments I find the only antidote that works—silence, solitude, and the quiet act of remembering who I am beneath it all. It doesn't cure the heaviness, but it soothes it, softens its edges and for now that's enough.
Excellent
 
Sitting on my couch, the window is half open, letting in a soft breeze. The greenery outside catches my eyes. Its stillness oddly comforting. I lean back slowly into the cushions letting the world outside blurr for a moment. My thoughts wander, retracing paths I've walked, choices I've made and dreams I've tucked away.

In this moment I'm stealing time for myself. Hiding from the noise of the crowd and the constant hum of expectations. After all the chaos, all the rushing, all the pretending to keep up this feels like a secret rebellion. Choosing to pause choosing to just be.

The hemlock of life slowly goes down my throat. Its bitterness lingering in my chest. But in these stolen moments I find the only antidote that works—silence, solitude, and the quiet act of remembering who I am beneath it all. It doesn't cure the heaviness, but it soothes it, softens its edges and for now that's enough.
Awesome. 'the quiet act of remembering who I am beneath it all'....... would enjoy if you like to share...Keep it up.:cool:
 
Sitting on my couch, the window is half open, letting in a soft breeze. The greenery outside catches my eyes. Its stillness oddly comforting. I lean back slowly into the cushions letting the world outside blurr for a moment. My thoughts wander, retracing paths I've walked, choices I've made and dreams I've tucked away.

In this moment I'm stealing time for myself. Hiding from the noise of the crowd and the constant hum of expectations. After all the chaos, all the rushing, all the pretending to keep up this feels like a secret rebellion. Choosing to pause choosing to just be.

The hemlock of life slowly goes down my throat. Its bitterness lingering in my chest. But in these stolen moments I find the only antidote that works—silence, solitude, and the quiet act of remembering who I am beneath it all. It doesn't cure the heaviness, but it soothes it, softens its edges and for now that's enough.
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