Sometimes I dream of disappearing

Sometimes I dream of disappearing—without goodbyes, without maps, without a last glance back, just this thought ignites my soul, a silent thrill in the desire for chaos, I don’t know where I’d go, not really—just somewhere far, somewhere quiet, maybe to a place where no one knows my name, where I can be loud or silent, it’s not that I’m sad, not really—just tired of the same days endlessly repeating, and the idea of starting anew feels like sunlight after rain, so if I disappear, don’t look for me too soon, I’m not lost, just becoming someone else, sometimes the bravest thing we do is to leave before we start running, to leave a place without looking back, seeking a corner of the world where silence sings and no clock measures time, where I can breathe deeply, feel my heart find its rhythm in the peace of renewal, and understand that sometimes, true courage is choosing to be yourself in the unknown.