Whispers Between Words
Not in the quiet, nor in the thunder's cry, but in the breath between-that is where I lie. 𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒚. Step into the space where stories linger...