Introspective Prose Quotes

“The world didn’t end for me in fire but in whispers—the quiet closing of drawers, the final shutting of doors, memories fading like bruises no one believes in—where the lines blur and I sometimes feel others with me, or maybe just the broken selves trauma failed to bury, yet I’m not alone because Georgie is here, breathing with a silence louder than prayer, and I stopped wanting when the world stopped seeing me, stopped needing when even the pain let go, for this isn’t a story of survival but of enduring, of living after the end, and whatever’s left now belongs to me—and it is, undeniably, tragic.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia