Step by step,
no louder than breath—
I walk beside
what isn’t mine to name.
No banners,
no blueprints,
just this sound
of stone learning softness.
You open a window.
I keep the door unlatched.
Let fear finish its echo.
Let the dark chants drift.
Not all ruin is ending.
Some of it
is soil.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
Step by step,
no louder than breath—
I walk beside
what isn’t mine to name.
No banners,
no blueprints,
just this sound
of stone learning softness.
You open a window.
I keep the door unlatched.
Let fear finish its echo.
Let the dark chants drift.
Not all ruin is ending.
Some of it
is soil.
