When the wind carried no voice And the stars blinked without rhythm The heart spoke in shadows And the world listened, but did not hear. One wept without knowing why One raged against the void One smiled, though nothing remained Bound not by truth, but by sensation. She walks between moments Her touch unseen, her breath unnamed She weaves sorrow into joy And joy into longing. Not love, nor pain, nor peace But the tremble before the word The ache before the answer The feeling that never finds form. So the world turned inward Its skies heavy with memory And in the hush between heartbeats A whisper remains— “To feel is to live, even if no one sees.”
