@hallucinatingalone.bsky.social
Deep thinker | Future shaper | Always evolving Driven by curiosity, grounded in reflection. I chase ideas that matter — from consciousness to creativity. Searching for meaning in the mundane, clarity in chaos, and always leveling up in silence.
These skies have started to feel like so many things.
Under the same sky is just a phrase now, yes we are but One grieves while one watches.
Makes me sad but what choice do I have? And if I do have a choice then I’m sure I’ve made it already and am living with it.
Just you, your pulse, and the unbearable grace of stillness.
Night doesn’t comfort.
It witnesses.
And in being seen so gently, so completely-
You break. Quietly.
Finally.
But they just shimmer, cold and eternal, like they’ve seen every sorrow and learned not to flinch. The moon doesn’t weep. It watches, and that makes it worse and somehow in this silence- you feel more than you do in daylight, not because you’re awake, but because the world isn’t. Don’t you think??
28.06.2025 19:17 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0There’s a sorrow in that, a kind of hush that tastes like memory, like an echo of a voice that you’ll never forget. There is calmness, yes. But, it’s not peace. It’s the kind of stillness that follows collapse. You look up, hoping the stars might say something.
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Theres something about nights that mesmerises me in ways I cannot fully put forth in words. The calm, the silence- the same place that was bustling and noisy by the day, gets quiet. At night it seems as the world forgets its name.
28.06.2025 19:17 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0Who?? Mine?? 👀
23.12.2024 04:59 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
Than what?
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