Not everything has a why.
Somethings sometimes just are -
like an uninvited eerie silence,
a fading smile,
the unanticipated shout of merriment,
the receding footsteps.
May be the ache
isn't seeking answers
Just a place to rest
Maybe the roar of the mirth
is just meant to be cherished
Not everything has a why.
To let it be -
is its own kind of peace
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
Not everything has a why.
Somethings sometimes just are -
like an uninvited eerie silence,
a fading smile,
the unanticipated shout of merriment,
the receding footsteps.
May be the ache
isn't seeking answers
Just a place to rest
Maybe the roar of the mirth
is just meant to be cherished
Not everything has a why.
To let it be -
is its own kind of peace
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