Those who cherish the ecstasy of pain, never express their pain.
— Masaud Akhtar Zaigham, The Jewels of Urdu Poetry
“Even the Moon Left Me was born from silence, from loss, and from the strange beauty that follows both.”

“the world didn’t need to scream, it only had to keep correcting me, and i kept folding inward, reshaping myself until even my reflection looked like a stranger i was trying to please.”
