The shard inside me is sinking deeper and deeper. I don’t know if it’s possible to learn how to live with something that once broke me from the inside. Sometimes I feel that if I try to pull it out, I’ll tear away the last living piece of my heart along with it. I’ve carried this pain for so long that it has become something like silence. No one can see it from the outside, yet it echoes in every breath I take, in every memory, in every glance that lingers a little longer than it should. And maybe the scariest part isn’t that this shard still hurts me. The scariest part is that I no longer remember who I was without it. Tell me, does silence always sound this loud when there is no one left inside to answer? PHOTOGRAPHY ART 2026