The First Grey Separation of the Earth and Sky

Dear Delyara, It is 5:20 AM, and the line where the dark roofs meet the sky is finally starting to untangle itself. It’s not bright yet—just a dull, heavy pewter grey that makes everything look like it’s been washed in ash. The long night is officially over, but my heart doesn't feel any lighter for it. The morning doesn't bring answers; it just brings the noise, the traffic, and the necessity of hiding this raw, bleeding soul behind a polite smile and a steady voice. I am packing away my notebooks now, sealing the cracks until the sun goes down again, but I am leaving my true self here with you, safe in the dark.