Oct 2
In distant silence, an ache lingers like a forgotten song,
a haunting melody that echoes through
the hollows of an empty home.
Each separation,
a poignant note in the music of longing.
The desire to convey the depth of absence becomes restrained vulnerability where a heart yearns for more than routine inquiries—
a connection that transcends the ordinary.
Yet, in the vast expanse,
the unspoken lingers as a melancholic language,
a narrative of desire and restraint.
Frustration emerges from unmet desires,
a delicate dance where the fear of vulnerability clashes
with the yearning for profound connection.
Silently, the heart navigates the surface,
resisting the urge to delve into the intricacies of emotions.
Now, a choice is made to reveal little,
to traverse the silence with a delicate grace,
as the unexpressed yearns to be heard in the still expanse.
a haunting melody that echoes through
the hollows of an empty home.
Each separation,
a poignant note in the music of longing.
The desire to convey the depth of absence becomes restrained vulnerability where a heart yearns for more than routine inquiries—
a connection that transcends the ordinary.
Yet, in the vast expanse,
the unspoken lingers as a melancholic language,
a narrative of desire and restraint.
Frustration emerges from unmet desires,
a delicate dance where the fear of vulnerability clashes
with the yearning for profound connection.
Silently, the heart navigates the surface,
resisting the urge to delve into the intricacies of emotions.
Now, a choice is made to reveal little,
to traverse the silence with a delicate grace,
as the unexpressed yearns to be heard in the still expanse.
Aching in the silence of unspoken words, I found myself longing for something deeper—something more than surface conversations. The weight of what wasn’t said pressed heavy, leaving me wondering if I was the only one who felt it. In the quiet space between us, I yearned for a connection that never came. Feeling distant while wanting to be seen.
