
When things truly hurt, they don’t always bring out anger or tears—instead, they leave you quiet.
Pain has a way of silencing us, pulling us inward where words can’t reach.
That silence isn’t weakness; it’s the soul processing what the heart can’t yet explain.
Sometimes the deepest pain doesn’t scream, it just goes silent—because silence holds the weight words can’t carry.
Good evening














may be the music is some how familiar to me





