WHAT DO YOU SAY?
Symphony of Silence
At a corner of memories across from a bar we once claimed as ours, I found you. Why you chose to trust my unlocked door, why I felt the pull to open it for you - the answers remain unexplored. There we stood, two wandering souls intertwined in a staredown of understanding and mystery. The roots of our discord were as elusive as the whispers of a dream upon waking. I gazed at you as though you were an unread chapter in my favorite book. Your gaze held a recognition, as though my soul was a mirror reflecting your inner world.
Lodged deep within your throat, hushed truths and wavering tones coexisted, a silence only you could savor, one I longed to decipher. My thoughts wove a tapestry in a realm I hoped you could traverse, even as my own life felt like scattered pieces of an unfinished puzzle. Life's rhythm pulsed from the soles of my feet to the tips of my fingers, each beat reaching out to touch that elusive silence.
There you stood, on the precipice of articulation, a whisper away from being heard. And I was there too, a thought away from grasping your unvoiced words. Could we, even for a fleeting moment, exchange roles? Would we dare to slip into each other's shoes, to truly feel the rhythm of the other's dance?
At a corner of memories across from a bar we once claimed as ours, I found you. Why you chose to trust my unlocked door, why I felt the pull to open it for you - the answers remain unexplored. There we stood, two wandering souls intertwined in a staredown of understanding and mystery. The roots of our discord were as elusive as the whispers of a dream upon waking. I gazed at you as though you were an unread chapter in my favorite book. Your gaze held a recognition, as though my soul was a mirror reflecting your inner world.
Lodged deep within your throat, hushed truths and wavering tones coexisted, a silence only you could savor, one I longed to decipher. My thoughts wove a tapestry in a realm I hoped you could traverse, even as my own life felt like scattered pieces of an unfinished puzzle. Life's rhythm pulsed from the soles of my feet to the tips of my fingers, each beat reaching out to touch that elusive silence.
There you stood, on the precipice of articulation, a whisper away from being heard. And I was there too, a thought away from grasping your unvoiced words. Could we, even for a fleeting moment, exchange roles? Would we dare to slip into each other's shoes, to truly feel the rhythm of the other's dance?