Some desire it.
Some fear it.
Ironic, isn’t it?
You shattered her quiet.
Yes — you did.
You burned through her patience,
Bit by bit.
You said you wanted her…
But got the child she tried to forget.
Her friendship — a sin.
To make her smile — a win.
Now only silence
Lives within.
Silence to write her.
Silence to invite her
Into a place
Outside this human race.
A slow space,
Grey and uninteresting —
No joy, no light,
Just quiet resting.
It moves with time,
Yet stays out of reach.
You want to write more?
Silence, please.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
Some desire it.
Some fear it.
Ironic, isn’t it?
You shattered her quiet.
Yes — you did.
You burned through her patience,
Bit by bit.
You said you wanted her…
But got the child she tried to forget.
Her friendship — a sin.
To make her smile — a win.
Now only silence
Lives within.
Silence to write her.
Silence to invite her
Into a place
Outside this human race.
A slow space,
Grey and uninteresting —
No joy, no light,
Just quiet resting.
It moves with time,
Yet stays out of reach.
You want to write more?
Silence, please.
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