This morning, I sat by the river and listened. The water didn’t make a sound, but it felt like it was talking. I don’t know if I’m scared or if I’m just tired of trying to make sense of it all. My legs feel heavy, like I’m carrying the weight of everything I haven’t said, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to wake up.
Day 9
Day 10: Lyra’s Journal
