The war in my mind

{"ops":[{"insert":"    The mind can be a restless traveler. \n    Drifting from one side to another, sometimes without control, it can explore all depths of memory, hopes, fear, all possibilities all at once. \n    Memories collide, dreams Tangled with Dread and I-somewhere in the middle, but between what I long for and what I fear-\n    No anchor \n    Just motion \n    \n    I hurt trying to remember how it felt to just be still, instead I feel like wind through an Open Door no one meant to leave ajar. \n    \n    Where does your mind go in at wonders? \n    To the cracks of time, over Old wounds not yet closed, and you're quiet corners of forgotten dreams. \n    It slips beneath the eyelids at night, \n    Searching for something, soft, safe, real. \n    And wanders to the places I've buried myself, to The echoes of love I've never stopped hearing, to the edge of who I was before the weight \n    \n    I hope you find someone that can grow the most beautiful flowers in the deepest common darkest, parts of your soul. \n    It does not ask your permission it does not beg to return. \n    It simply drifts-it drifts into the garden of ruins , where forgotten things bloom in the color of bruises and the hush of midnight tastes like home. \n    Welcome to my mind...where it tends to wander about the world dancing with the unknown ,the beauty, and the dark places you find yourself surrounded by when you let it explore without boundaries...It's amazing, daunting, and beautiful.\n    At first, it felt like we were invincible, high on love and everything else. But the drugs blurred the lines between passion and chaos, and somewhere along the way, I lost him. I lost us. Love isn’t supposed to numb you—it’s supposed to heal you, and all we did was break each other.\n    \n"}]}