Where Silence Learns My Name

This isn't poetry.
These are places that only begin to exist
the moment you think about them for too long.

Chapels that listen instead of praying.
Cities that forget their own edges.
Mirrors that remember you
before you ever managed to save yourself.

Every text is a trace of something
that was never meant to be spoken.
Every sentence an echo
that doesn't know
if it still belongs to the living world.

And if you feel something breathing too close here...
you're not reading this for the first time.