Ndraa Journal

Unsaid

Short lines, kept.

Whatever stayed after the moment passed.

Drift → one at random

08Daylight

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

The Deepest Blue

07Quiet Witness

Some memories do not contain another person. Only a room, a window, and the moon outside. And yet, somehow, they are the memories in which I felt least alone.

The Window at Night

Autumn

Perhaps I love autumn because it understands that there is beauty in things that are changing, fading, and quietly letting go.

After the Rain

07Somewhere Safe

There are things I have carried so quietly that even I sometimes forget their weight. Maybe that is why I dream of someone whose presence feels like putting them down.

The Deepest Blue

The Part of Me No One Knows

There is a version of me that no one knows—a version that longs to love freely, but has spent years learning how to hide. There are rooms within me that I will open only when the world feels kind enough.

Undercurrent

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

06Chosen

I don’t want to be loved despite the things I keep hidden. I want a love gentle enough that one day I forget why I hid them at all.

The Deepest Blue

When the Movie Ends

The hardest part of watching a beautiful love story is returning to a life where you still have no one to tell it to.

The Quiet Between

05Before I Had Words

I think I learned how to be alone before I learned how to explain loneliness. So I sat near windows. I watched rain. I memorized the moon. And somehow, that became a language.

The Window at Night

Something So Ordinary

There is a particular kind of sadness in wanting something so ordinary, yet having no idea when you’ll ever get to experience it.

The Quiet Between

A Table for Two

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

Somewhere, Someday

05Home

For a long time, I thought home was somewhere I had not found yet. Lately, I wonder if it might be a person. Someone beside whom I forget to look for the exit.

The Deepest Blue

The One I’ve Never Had

Maybe I’m not jealous of their love story. Maybe I’m just grieving the one I’ve never had.

The Quiet Between

Not a Place

Maybe home isn’t a place. Maybe it’s the person who makes you realize you don’t have to return to an empty world alone.

Somewhere, Someday

04The Night Knew

There were years when no one knew what I loved. But the night did. It knew every song I replayed, every place I imagined, every life I quietly wished for. Maybe that was enough back then.

The Window at Night

A Little Longer

I don’t dream of grand gestures. Just a quiet afternoon, a cloudy sky, and someone who chooses to stay a little longer.

Somewhere, Someday

04Without a Map

Maybe love was never supposed to feel like finding the right direction. Maybe it is simply meeting someone beside whom you no longer feel lost.

The Deepest Blue

A Light Left On

I left your name in my drafts, the way you leave a light on for someone who isn’t coming.

The Unsent Archive

Someone’s Favorite Person

I’ve learned to enjoy my own company, but sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be someone’s favorite person.

Somewhere, Someday

07The Other Side

I used to look at the darkness beyond the window and wonder what waited on the other side. Now I think I know. Not another world. Just another version of me.

Empty Roads

03Weather

Give me a full moon behind heavy clouds. Rain against the glass. Wind loud enough to move the trees. I have always found it strange that the more restless the sky becomes, the quieter I feel inside.

The Window at Night

06No One Watching

I wanted a place where I could walk at night without explaining where I was going. A place where silence meant peace instead of absence. A place where nobody was watching closely enough to tell me who I should become.

Empty Roads

03The Parts I Carry

I don’t need someone to fix the parts of me that took years to understand. I think I just want someone who can sit beside them without becoming afraid.

The Deepest Blue