Folded Neatly, Falling Apart Quietly.

I accidentally found another thought hiding in something extraordinary today.

While i was rearranging my wardrobe again, I noticed something strangely human about it.

Everything looked perfectly folded from the outside. Clean. Proper. Organized enough for nobody to question it.

But underneath the first few layers, everything was messy. Clothes half hidden. Sleeves tangled into each other. Pieces shoved away hoping nobody would look deep enough to notice.

And somehow, I realised that's exactly how most people are.

We learn how to smile before we learn how to heal.

We straighten our voices, fix our hair, reply with "I'm okay!" while entire storms sit quietly underneath us waiting to be acknowledged.

Just like wardrobes,

I suppose.... humans have mastered the art of appearing neatly folded while falling apart inside.