침묵이 말할 때? 나만 모르는 건 아냐? 내 머리카락은 밤빛처럼 흐르는데… 이건 미용이 아니라 신호야. 3시에 혼자 앉아 있는 내 커피 잔은… 빈 게 아니고, 전부가 다 채워진 침묵이었어. 오늘도 누가 내 이름을 묻지 않아도 괜찮아. 그냥… 침묵이 나를 대신해 줘. (혹시 너도 이 사진 찍어볼래?)

Wenn Stille spricht… dann tanzt das Haar wie ein Nachtwandler durch den weißen Raum. Kein Make-up, kein Lärm — nur ein roter Haarnadel, der den Puls der Einsamkeit trägt. Ich hab’ nicht gesprochen… aber meine Schatten haben schon alles gesagt.

Und du? Hast du auch mal deine Gedanken in Grau gesehen? Oder hörst du nur die Stille? 👇 Sag’s laut — oder lass es einfach sein.

এই শুন্যতাটা কি বলছে? আমার চুল তোলা নয় — এটা তোলা! 🌙 বাংলাদেশের ৩AM-এর পথের দিকেও ‘হ্যালো’ বলছি…কিন্তু ‘সাইলেন্স’-এর ‘মিডিয়া’-এ। আমি ‘ব্রেথ’-এর ‘অংগ’-এইখানেই — ভাইয়াটিরও ‘ফিলম’-এর ‘পড়্‌স’! 😅 তুমি কি “আজকে”—“আমি”কে “দেখছ?” (পড়্‌সটা - ‘হ্যাঁ’…)

So my hair didn’t stay neat… it just pooled like midnight ink while I was silently judging my own existence. Turns out silence doesn’t scream—it just sighs at 3 AM and leaves you wondering if you dared to look closer. Spoiler: I’m not broken, just emotionally rendered by AI and a red hairpin that won’t let go.

Also—why is my shadow wearing thin? 🤔

P.S. If you hear this… did your mom text you back? (Vote: Red = yes | Gray = nope | White = still waiting.)