It started with a still night, nothing loud, nothing bright,
Just shadows on the ceiling and a pulse under the light.
Laughter from before still echoed in the air,
But the silence after joy is the one that strips you bare.
A brother’s glance, a whispered cue,
The smoke curled slow, the thoughts flew through.
Wasn’t a high, wasn’t a trip —
Just a moment where my soul began to slip.
I fell into the quiet, where the loudest thoughts reside,
Where memory’s not a timeline but a storm I cannot hide.
I touched the walls of meaning, I drifted out of frame —
In the depths of the mind, nothing stays the same.
No, nothing stays the same.
There’s a door behind my thinking, it swings but never creaks,
It opens into dreams I’ve had but never dared to speak.
A girl with eyes like echoes, a voice that didn’t save —
She sat beside the chaos, just to show me how to stay.
I wasn’t seeking answers, just a place to understand,
That the ache inside my chest was just my heart learning to land.
The beats got loud, the air grew thick,
But falling slow is just another trick.
Do you hear the heart when it screams like thunder,
Underneath skin, when your thoughts pull you under?
It’s not death — it’s not peace — it’s the space in between,
Where the body wants silence and the soul wants to scream.
A whisper said: “You don’t need to surface today.
You can drown and still find your way.”
I fell into the quiet, where the loudest thoughts reside,
Where memory’s not a timeline but a storm I cannot hide.
I touched the walls of meaning, I drifted out of frame —
In the depths of the mind, nothing stays the same.
A joint, a beat, a moment in the dark —
I lost the ground and found a spark.
The body warned me: “You’re too far gone,”
But in the fall, I finally felt home.
No gods, no answers, no escape to pretend,
Just thoughts that loop and thoughts that bend.
What if truth is not a light,
But a flicker in the endless night?
I fell into the silence, not broken, just raw,
Where I met the part of me I never saw.
She sat with me, said nothing — just stayed,
In a world where even echoes are afraid.
In the depths of the mind,
Where the lost always find,
That not every fall means the end —
Some are just the beginning again.
I came back — not cured, not clean,
But knowing what those shadows mean.
The storm still waits, but I don’t run,
Because the fight is over — and I won.
Now I write to remember,
To keep the pulse alive.
And in the silence after madness…
I finally survive.
Leonard
