Left or Right?, It's strange how much of me exists only within the quiet space between my own thoughts, a sprawling landscape of feelings and connections that never quite translates into spoken words or visible actions. Sometimes I wonder if it’s a form of self-preservation, this rich internal world, or simply the natural limit of how deeply one can truly be known, even by those closest. There's a subtle comfort in that unknowability, a private garden where the most tender parts of myself can bloom unobserved, undisturbed.