There are nights when my soul hums softly against my bones.
‎Like the sea remembering every ship that left.
‎I whisper to the stars, and they answer in echoes of light, telling me not all lost things~
‎Are meant to return. 
‎So I stay here, half dream, half fire.
‎Wearing the silence like a second skin.  And somewhere between my ribs, the moon still breathes.