It is a strange pleasure to feel that someone can reach for me without ever being reachable. All doors are shut, yet the page remains open, a hollow echo, a shadow of absence. Sad, isn’t it? Let courage rise, let honesty speak without disguise. Would you? Would you dare admit the longing that cannot be described, the ache that hides behind walls of silence? If words are all we have, let them be a lifeline. Stop the quiet that cuts deep. A voice can save what fear is suffocating. Not answers, not promises, just sound breaking the dark. If this is a call for help, let it be answered with urgency. The sound of your voice can save my life.
Writing the pain, the heal, and everything in between.