MaYa
Novice Sprinter
One fine day, someone walks into our life, a complete stranger. They watch us, quiet and calm, sensing the silence we carry. Then, they offer a conversation. Unsure but willing, we go along, careful not to break the flow.
The chat goes on, words spilling effortlessly. But as time passes, our fingers grow tired, almost crying from the endless typing. So, we think of shifting the weight, letting our ears take over. A call is made, and in that moment, everything changes.
That once doubtful stranger suddenly feels like the most comforting soul we’ve ever met. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, yet stopping doesn’t even cross our minds. Even knowing it might burn us in the end, we can’t help but hold on to the flow.
A blooming addiction to someone’s voice. A craving for the way they make us feel. I don’t know how long this will last, but I do know this, even at the toughest, you bring me peace, happiness, and a space where I can just be.

The chat goes on, words spilling effortlessly. But as time passes, our fingers grow tired, almost crying from the endless typing. So, we think of shifting the weight, letting our ears take over. A call is made, and in that moment, everything changes.
That once doubtful stranger suddenly feels like the most comforting soul we’ve ever met. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, yet stopping doesn’t even cross our minds. Even knowing it might burn us in the end, we can’t help but hold on to the flow.
A blooming addiction to someone’s voice. A craving for the way they make us feel. I don’t know how long this will last, but I do know this, even at the toughest, you bring me peace, happiness, and a space where I can just be.
