Echo chamber of the soul

There’s a strange silence in a hotel room after a show. It’s not peace—it’s something else.

A few minutes ago, I was on stage, surrounded by laughter that shook the walls. A room full of strangers connecting over stories that came from the most personal parts of me. The sound of laughter is electric. It fills every crack of doubt with something like meaning.

Then the show ends. The mic is off. The green room empties. I’m back in the hotel, alone. The silence is loud now. Not empty—but full of reflection, vulnerability, and questions the crowd will never hear.

The stage is the loudest truth I know. But the hotel room? That’s the echo chamber of the soul. One reminds me I’m seen. The other reminds me I’m real.

And connecting those two world is a notebook… words … just words

Love

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