There’s a silence we share,
not of distance, but understanding,
an echo of words unspoken,
the heavy weight of thoughts that linger,
a quiet that understands the weight of your skin,
the racing of your pulse when you’re still,
the sound of your mind when it calls for rest.
I see the shadows you walk through,
and though they may look different from mine,
they too are haunted.
This is your space now,
in the silence, in the air between us.
Take it.
Breathe.
You’re never as alone as you feel.
The weight will pass.
There’s light in this dark.
And as you walk through it,
know I’ve walked here too.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
There’s a silence we share,
not of distance, but understanding,
an echo of words unspoken,
the heavy weight of thoughts that linger,
a quiet that understands the weight of your skin,
the racing of your pulse when you’re still,
the sound of your mind when it calls for rest.
I see the shadows you walk through,
and though they may look different from mine,
they too are haunted.
This is your space now,
in the silence, in the air between us.
Take it.
Breathe.
You’re never as alone as you feel.
The weight will pass.
There’s light in this dark.
And as you walk through it,
know I’ve walked here too.
