Silent Intervals

Between the constant hum of connection, there are pockets of quiet— spaces where the voice fades and breath returns to simple rhythm.

We chase the glow with hungry eyes, yet something in us remembers the taste of darkness unilluminated, the weight of being unwatched.

In these silent intervals, the echo fades to clarity. Each pause becomes a small cathedral where we remember our edges.

The world will call us back— bright notifications, urgent demands— but here, suspended in stillness, we learn what we are beneath the noise.