Mastodawn

Sometimes you don’t need advice.
You just need someone to sit with your sadness — without trying to fix it.

That kind of presence is rare.
But it exists.

There’s a moment at night…
When everything is quiet —
But your thoughts are the loudest.

You scroll, hoping something will make you feel seen.
A post. A song. A stranger’s words.

This might be that post.
You're not broken. You're just overwhelmed.

There’s a kind of pain you don’t tell your friends about.
Not because they won’t care —
But because they won’t get it.

So you carry it. Quietly.

But sometimes, talking to someone who doesn’t know you at all…
Feels like peace.