Friendship
If Silence Could Speak
If Silence Could Speak By [Huzaifa dzine] If Silence could speak, she would not raise her voice. She would slip into a room like dusk at the end of day—uninvited, inevitable. You wouldn’t notice her at first. You’d hear her in the pause after a slammed door, in the space between “I’m fine” and everything left unsaid. She would perch on your shoulder like a breath you forgot to take, waiting to be heard but never demanding.
By Huzaifa Dzine7 months ago in Poets
Why We Reread Old Messages When We’re Lonely
You know you shouldn’t. But it’s late, and your room is quiet. So you scroll. Not through Instagram. Not through news. But through old conversations—texts you haven’t looked at in months or maybe years. Threads with people who are gone, half-present, or completely silent now.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
