I fall into the quiet corners of my heart, where shadows whisper, and echoes start. Facing the mirror of my restless mind, I met a stranger—myself, intertwined. A secret tragedy lives in my chest: a mature mind and a romantic heart at unrest. Two rivers colliding in a single frame, joy and loneliness wearing the same name. I stand before the glass, still undone, a warrior of battles no one has won. Longing to be foolish, to drift, to be free, to breathe in my soul’s unbroken sea. Within this beautiful tragedy I remain, learning to soften, learning to sustain. For even the heaviest hearts can be released, and the mirror’s reflection may whisper of peace. — Albatross 🕊✍🏼