Ndraa Journal

The Hidden Tide

Not every wave reaches the shore.

by Ndraa

Some things stay beneath the surface.A few of them were written down.

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From the unsaid

08Daylight

There are still places in me that have never seen daylight.

The Deepest Blue

06The First Place

Maybe I loved the night because it was the first place that never asked me to explain who I was.

The Window at Night

The Loneliness No One Sees

There is a kind of tiredness that sleep cannot fix: the exhaustion of carrying every unspoken feeling by yourself.

Undercurrent

A Table for Two

Somewhere, someday: a quiet table for two, and no need to explain why I came.

Somewhere, Someday

Drift →More of the unsaid →

Lately

Journal →Letters →

LetterThe Window at Night

To the Boy by the Window

to the boy I used to be

You only wanted somewhere you could exist without being afraid of being seen.

LetterA City Without My Name

To the City I Haven’t Found Yet

to a place that has never heard my name

I hope you do not give me a new identity. I hope you give me enough quiet to finally keep my own.

Rooms

All rooms →
  1. 01The Quiet BetweenSome feelings live between the lines.
  2. 02The Deepest BlueSomewhere between being known and being chosen.
  3. 03Somewhere, SomedayWherever home turns out to be.
  4. 04After the RainFor everything we never learned to say.
  5. 05UndercurrentWhat moves beneath the surface, unseen.
  6. 06The Unsent ArchiveFolded, kept, never sent.
  7. 07The Window at NightThings the moon heard before anyone else did.
  8. 08Empty RoadsNotes from somewhere between leaving and becoming.
  9. 09A City Without My NameSomewhere no one remembers who you were supposed to be.

Stay as long as you like. Read slowly.
Nothing here asks anything of you.