The Silence Between

The space where words dissolve— not empty, but saturated with what refuses sound. A held breath before confession.

Paper remembers the white first, before ink claimed its territory, before meaning carved its path.

We speak to fill the hollow, but it fills itself with listening, with the weight of unsaid things pressing their faces against glass.

In the pause between your heartbeat and mine, a whole language blooms— phosphorescent, wordless, true.