Notes Written at the Edge of Sleep


The fracture speaks loudest when the world goes quiet.
When distractions fall away and thoughts stop performing.

Late at night, clarity feels less like insight and more like exposure.
Nothing to hide behind. No roles to play.

Just the truth—unfiltered and unresolved.

I write it down so it doesn’t consume me.

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