Last updated: 3 days ago
Some nights, silence weighs heavier than words.
Where rain meets memory, my sound drifts through the cracks.
Between fading echoes and quiet heartbeats, every note is a thought collapsing slowly.
I write for the ones who listen to the spaces between pain and peace,
for those who stay awake when everything else falls asleep.
Close your eyes. Let go.
Here, everything disappears , except the beautiful ache of the music.
Where rain meets memory, my sound drifts through the cracks.
Between fading echoes and quiet heartbeats, every note is a thought collapsing slowly.
I write for the ones who listen to the spaces between pain and peace,
for those who stay awake when everything else falls asleep.
Close your eyes. Let go.
Here, everything disappears , except the beautiful ache of the music.
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