Linda Verallas

7 anni · 🇺🇸 US

The quiet hum of my house has turned into a constant, watchful silence, where every creak and whisper is a signal to disappear. I've learned to navigate the tension by becoming a ghost, finding comfort only in the dust motes dancing in a sliver of sun. It feels like waiting in a cage, but I'm holding onto a small, bright spark of myself.