SILENCE Silence isn't empty. It knows every word I never had the strength to say. It sleeps beside me, wakes before I do, fills every room without making a sound. People call it peace. They've never lived inside this kind of silence. It has weight. It has teeth. It presses slowly until breathing feels like work. I stopped asking for answers. I stopped waiting for voices that were never coming. Now silence wears my name. It follows every step, stands behind every mirror, waits at every door I never open. Maybe one day it will finally let me go. Until then, I carry it like a second shadow. And when the world falls quiet... I can't tell which one of us is still alive.
