Muted
I tried to write, but the page stared back — blank, like my week. I searched for feeling, but they had folded in on themselves, soft and quiet, like clothes left in the dryer too long.
I laugh. I smile. I even say I’m fine. But the mirror speaks in static: nothing sharp, just a blur of "not enough."
I used to cry loud. Now it’s quiet. No pressure in my chest, no flooding in my eyes — just the hum of something missing. Every emotion turned low, like someone dimmed the lights and forgot to turn them back up.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Superb. Excellently rendered with exquisite imagery and a gripping poignancy. I love it. Thank you for sharing. (And of course, I know how you feel.)
Enjoyed the read
Well imaged and good allegory employed to set the rather melancholic mood here. Nicely written
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