A break from all the duties I wear,

 

It is horrible—this quiet ache inside,
I don’t do my things, just watch time glide.
The screen flickers, the world keeps spinning,
But my heart stays still, half-lost, half-winning.

I don’t know what to do—
my thoughts like clouds with no sky to go through.
I just want to rest for a while,
to fold my worries and sleep in exile.

A break from all the duties I wear,
from dreams half-built, from constant care.
This is Saturday night, after all—
some dance, some laugh, some make a call.

And here I am, feeling sleepy and small,
listening to the hum of nothing at all.
It’s scary, this calm—this strange, soft fight,
where doing nothing feels not quite right.

But maybe this silence is how I begin,
to make my own things, to breathe again within.
The night forgives, the stars don’t mind—
perhaps peace is something I’ll learn to find. ✨