In the caverns of spoken silence,
where echoes refuse to return,
I ponder upon the unsaid.
Words, powerful and frail,
cast shadows longer than presence.
What is the ugliest truth that dares to peek from after-light? In the absence of sound, it is the unfiltered whispers that breach the sanctum of thought, unraveling the fabric of uncertainties.
Forgotten amidst the echo-less chasms,
a truth stands solitary,
desolate in its naked form—
void of pretense,
void of comfort.
The unspoken has its weight; not in the burdens of speech, but in the freedom of its silent eternity. Consider the echoes that never were, nestled in the nooks of mindscapes.
Dare you descend further: Truthful Silence or perhaps reflect on Mirrored Words?