Speak to me, if sadness could take form.
What would it be like?
I stood against the wet ground, water
drenching me heavily.
The silence of the crowd was just too loud.
The tears inseparable from the rain, which
tasted like the sea.
Drowning in a place that was meant to be
buried.
Yet a sound. overshadowing the silence:
a laugh, a baby's laugh.
Raziel Vale
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 9:18 AM UTC
Speak to me, if sadness could take form.
What would it be like?
I stood against the wet ground, water
drenching me heavily.
The silence of the crowd was just too loud.
The tears inseparable from the rain, which
tasted like the sea.
Drowning in a place that was meant to be
buried.
Yet a sound. overshadowing the silence:
a laugh, a baby's laugh.
Raziel Vale
Sometimes the little things we overlook acts like a latern in the dark ✨️✨️.
