@shaktiii.says on Instagram: "“Somewhere Quiet” I left before the morning noticed. The city still clung to my skin — neon dust, unanswered messages, a heartbeat trained to hurry. Here, the waves don’t ask where I’ve been. They erase without permission. I rent a room that smells of salt and wood, learn to breathe without schedules. Silence is not lonely — it’s just unpracticed. Sometimes I mistake stillness for sorrow, but it’s only my thoughts cooling down. People pass like wind — kind, distant,