Every dawn is just thought made light.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
He learned to write with heartbeat alone.
It showed people who they could be, not who they were.
Every flower was an echo of apology.
It shone brighter with every loss.
It turned to dust to finally travel.
Every current carries an unfinished story.
She shone only when no one watched.
He opened it once and lost himself.
It began to breathe, sigh, and blink with its windows. Visitors said they felt watched — lovingly.
It murmured prayers in the shape of waves.
It danced, knowing death was applause.
