Silence ❣️✨️
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I have met silence in its rawest form, not as an absence, but as a presence that lingers where words dare not tread.
It sat beside me in the hollow ache of realization, in the quiet surrender of memories stretching longer than time allowed us.
It greeted me in the morning, slipping through the cracks of a dream I wished had never ended.
It walked with me among friends, whispering the name of someone who should have been there but wasn’t.
It tightened its grip when I heard their name, a cruel reminder that moving on is often just a well-rehearsed illusion.
It stood between me and the questions I could no longer answer, about a life I once knew but am no longer a part of.
It surfaced in melodies, scents, and places that held echoes of laughter now lost to the past.
Silence is not empty. It holds everything, the love, the loss, the longing. It is the only witness to the things we can never say aloud.
It sat beside me in the hollow ache of realization, in the quiet surrender of memories stretching longer than time allowed us.
It greeted me in the morning, slipping through the cracks of a dream I wished had never ended.
It walked with me among friends, whispering the name of someone who should have been there but wasn’t.
It tightened its grip when I heard their name, a cruel reminder that moving on is often just a well-rehearsed illusion.
It stood between me and the questions I could no longer answer, about a life I once knew but am no longer a part of.
It surfaced in melodies, scents, and places that held echoes of laughter now lost to the past.
Silence is not empty. It holds everything, the love, the loss, the longing. It is the only witness to the things we can never say aloud.
welll thanx for this beautiful writing and welcome to forum buddy
most of time...unspoken truth because of closed one..mostly i select...
unspoken truth because of closed one..mostly i select...healing with music
.https://www.youtube.com/shorts/DsfQH8PLPgc
it hurts.....
I have met silence in its rawest form, not as an absence, but as a presence that lingers where words dare not tread.
It sat beside me in the hollow ache of realization, in the quiet surrender of memories stretching longer than time allowed us.
It greeted me in the morning, slipping through the cracks of a dream I wished had never ended.
It walked with me among friends, whispering the name of someone who should have been there but wasn’t.
It tightened its grip when I heard their name, a cruel reminder that moving on is often just a well-rehearsed illusion.
It stood between me and the questions I could no longer answer, about a life I once knew but am no longer a part of.
It surfaced in melodies, scents, and places that held echoes of laughter now lost to the past.
Silence is not empty. It holds everything, the love, the loss, the longing. It is the only witness to the things we can never say aloud."
It sat beside me in the hollow ache of realization, in the quiet surrender of memories stretching longer than time allowed us.
It greeted me in the morning, slipping through the cracks of a dream I wished had never ended.
It walked with me among friends, whispering the name of someone who should have been there but wasn’t.
It tightened its grip when I heard their name, a cruel reminder that moving on is often just a well-rehearsed illusion.
It stood between me and the questions I could no longer answer, about a life I once knew but am no longer a part of.
It surfaced in melodies, scents, and places that held echoes of laughter now lost to the past.
Silence is not empty. It holds everything, the love, the loss, the longing. It is the only witness to the things we can never say aloud."
Thank you so much Buddywelll thanx for this beautiful writing and welcome to forum buddy
Silence is not merely the absence of sound; it is the echo of memories, the whispers of moments once lived, now frozen in time. It lingers in dreams, in familiar scents, in songs that once held meaning. It is the quiet ache of remembering, the space where love once resided, now filled with longing. A beautifully haunting expression of loss and nostalgia.
It's beautiful as well as heart breakingSilence is not merely the absence of sound; it is the echo of memories, the whispers of moments once lived, now frozen in time. It lingers in dreams, in familiar scents, in songs that once held meaning. It is the quiet ache of remembering, the space where love once resided, now filled with longing. A beautifully haunting expression of loss and nostalgia.
aa silence alla ith..... ath ve.... ith reAake ariyaavunnathu ee @Silent Eyes aanuu
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Well i guess music heals to a certain extent....
Awesome.
alwaysI have met silence in its rawest form, not as an absence, but as a presence that lingers where words dare not tread.
It sat beside me in the hollow ache of realization, in the quiet surrender of memories stretching longer than time allowed us.
It greeted me in the morning, slipping through the cracks of a dream I wished had never ended.
It walked with me among friends, whispering the name of someone who should have been there but wasn’t.
It tightened its grip when I heard their name, a cruel reminder that moving on is often just a well-rehearsed illusion.
It stood between me and the questions I could no longer answer, about a life I once knew but am no longer a part of.
It surfaced in melodies, scents, and places that held echoes of laughter now lost to the past.
Silence is not empty. It holds everything, the love, the loss, the longing. It is the only witness to the things we can never say aloud."
Thank you so much Buddy