The Carousel of Thoughts

Sometimes it’s not the world outside that exhausts me but the one inside.My thoughts spin like a carousel. Faster and faster, louder and louder.No matter how much I try to step off it keeps turning.At night, when everything is quiet, it’s the loudest.Questions, doubts, scenes from the past, fears of the future.They circle until there’s no more room for peace.This carousel knows no pause.And yet, deep inside me, there is a longing for silence.For a moment where I can simply breathe.I know it’s not easy.But every small moment of calm, every spark of peace feels like an anchor holding me for a while.And sometimes, that’s enough to keep going.