I parked here to breathe,
because the weight in my chest grew loud.
The world kept moving,
but my h
eart needed a quiet corner.
Sadness sat beside me,
not to break me,
but to remind me I’m human.
Maybe healing is a journey,
maybe it starts with a road trip,
a suitcase,
and a place where the sky feels lighter.
So I’ll take a small vacation—
not to escape life,
but to find myself again
somewhere my spirit can sigh in peace.
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