Fallen

Sometimes it feels like someone has turned on an alarm and forgotten where the “off” button is. Everything rings, breaks, runs away on its own, and thoughts are like bad habits: you promise to quit, but they still come, politely tapping on your nerves. There is a fine line between fear and faith - almost a prayer, almost a cry into the void.

But there is a strange honesty in this breakdown. When you stop pretending to be strong and simply ask for help - not from someone, but from something greater. And even if there is still a storm inside, a warm “hear me” still breaks through. Because maybe it is precisely these falls that make up the real “life.”