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 For what am I bearing this weight of emptiness shouldering it, dragged into voids filled with the mirage of your presence? Am I seeking, or merely seeing? I ponder whether I truly need this. Yet what stops me from leaving it behind the thing that aches my heart? Am I holding on too tightly, leaving my hands bruised, or does my soul need me to hold its other half embedded in someone? Do you call it being forgotten or lost, if I can still find your memories in your absence? Only your shadows could know the light you gave me, a radiant joy my eyes had never seen. Sometimes I wonder if absence is not the opposite of presence, but its Whispers echoing across silence, reminding me of what once was, or what could have been. What should be written in the skies and stars for our journey together, trailing a path across endless oceans and horizons, to become a never-ending story? And yet, desire does not rely on reality; it leaves me blank, caught between what I dream and what I touch....

 Not a mystery, neither a fiction, what am I? I can be felt but never touched, yet I can hold broken pieces together more tightly than any thread. Yet At times, I am the very reason those pieces fall apart. After all, am I not a fragile petal blooming through the thorns? I need no water, only the radiance of courage, to be seen beyond the shadows that conceal me. You’ve heard me not in loudness, but in silence ,soft enough to be called whispers, whispers that gently drown out the storm of voices inside you. My echoes linger in empty corners, not as faint memories, but as moments you ache to relive. Moments that make you race against time, yet never leave you weary of the chase. Look at your hands.Do you feel the weight? The weight of someone’s smile. The heaviest burden you’ll ever carry, and yet, the only one that lightens another’s load. You can’t wear me as a crown, but I can weave you a fairytale where you reign in the kingdom of your own longing. Sometimes, I walk with you onl...