There comes a time when silence speaks louder—when every word shatters on the edge of utterance. It is in these pauses, never meant to be empty, where the ugliest truths hide beneath layers of whispers.
Reflected but never reflected upon, truths rest like heavy stones in the heart; the mind looks away, even as it knows. Will the soul dare to lift the burden, or must it continue to walk this narrow edge?
Paths weaving through nothings, we find what we never sought. The questions poised like knives in open air.
In these incomplete verses, found within the folds of a darkened page, lies something truer than intention.