I realized the other day that trust has become fragile or at least people don't handle it with the care that they once did. And as tried to deal with that realization, i wafted depression away by putting pen to paper in the best way that i could and speak from a place of damage. A moment you should have let pass, but didn't. A name you don't say anymore, but still hear in the quiet. A question that never got an answer, looping in the back of your mind like a song stuck on repeat. You move forward, but some things follow. You forget, but not completely.
We don't always notice the weight we're carrying-not until it slows us down, not until it sinks in, not until we realize we've been holding on longer than we should. There's a fine line between remembering and being trapped, between moving on and pretending something never mattered.
What do you do with the echoes of what almost was? With the words you swallowed, the rage you never let burn, the love you buried because there was nowhere left to put it? Some things fade. Others take root.
This book is about what lingers. The fire that refuses to die out. The silence that says more than any goodbye. The spaces between what we had and what we lost. It's raw, relentless, and unshaken by time. Some stories are forgotten. Some feelings go quiet. But some words stay-and these just might.
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