Ashes of a forgotten heart, they were never truly lost; it was the path that drifted away from them. Their mind is overflowing with thoughts, each one desperately trying to find an escape from that shadowed labyrinth, reaching for a light they’re no longer sure exists.

But will they collapse completely into the withering of hope? Even as others whispers: “Your friendship is the quiet warmth I never knew my fractured soul needed.” If home ever had a color, it would be a dim red—glowing, steady, beating like a pulse that refuses to disappear. They run together, searching for a way out of the life that keeps trying to swallow them whole, @phuwinside.

Presence is like a weak flame of something that no longer knows why it remains, not to live, but to quietly burn in the light; not to hurry, but to give itself fully to every moment it can't avoid.

“You’ll find another life to live, I know you get over it.” Archive; the spark that flickers in ruins, @heartkeephusides the stillness that haunts what’s left of me, the turning that never ends. 🫀

And yet, something small in my chest keeps asking, “Why do you still hurt?” I never answer. I just wait for the silence to show me how to go on, but it gives me nothing, only an echo drifting trough the empty rooms of my mind.