PHThere was a time when he spoke freely, when words came as easily as laughter. The world was simple then—just a boy and his dreams, unburdened by the weight of understanding.
But as the years passed, silence became his closest companion. Not because he had nothing to say, but because the world had grown louder. Expectations, responsibilities, the unspoken rules of who he should be—each one tightening around him like invisible chains.
He wasn’t lost, nor was he searching. He was merely walking, carrying the battles no one saw, fighting wars no one knew existed. Some days, the weight was unbearable. Other days, he stood tall, pretending he was as unshaken as the mountains.
Still, he moved forward. Not because he knew where the road would lead, but because stopping meant surrendering. And even in the quiet, in the solitude of his own thoughts, he refused to fall.
Someday, maybe—just maybe—the war would end, and he would finally hear his own voi
ce again.
But as the years passed, silence became his closest companion. Not because he had nothing to say, but because the world had grown louder. Expectations, responsibilities, the unspoken rules of who he should be—each one tightening around him like invisible chains.
He wasn’t lost, nor was he searching. He was merely walking, carrying the battles no one saw, fighting wars no one knew existed. Some days, the weight was unbearable. Other days, he stood tall, pretending he was as unshaken as the mountains.
Still, he moved forward. Not because he knew where the road would lead, but because stopping meant surrendering. And even in the quiet, in the solitude of his own thoughts, he refused to fall.
Someday, maybe—just maybe—the war would end, and he would finally hear his own voi
ce again.