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I used to think

silence meant confusion,

something unfinished

waiting to be understood.

But silence has its own language.

It tells you

what words never will.

So I stopped waiting

for things to become clear

and started listening

to what already was.

There’s a kind of peace

in no longer reaching—

in letting what doesn’t come forward

stay where it is.

Not everything is meant

to be held onto

just because it was felt deeply.

Some things are only ever meant

to be recognised…

and released.

If it’s real,

it won’t ask to be guessed,

or hidden,

or half-lived.

It will meet me

in the open.

And if it doesn’t—

then I already have my answer

Goodnight…

I don’t really understand it,

only that it never faded.

If anything,

it grew louder in the quiet.

You feel like something I carry,

without trying…

like home in a place I’ve never been.

It’s often just a feeling,

one I don’t want to lose myself in,

but can’t seem to let go of either.

Strange how time apart

didn’t change it—

it only made it clearer.

Just… something that stayed

Sleep well 🤍