The Art of Vanishing

Slip into silence without a sound,

Let the world keep spinning around.

Leave behind what aches and bends—

The need to prove, to please, to mend.

Unravel the thoughts that claw and cling,

Shed the noise of everything.

Undo the web, the woven lie—

That you must earn your right to why.

Untangle guilt, deceit, and doubt,

The stories built to shut you out.

You are not broken, wrong, or weak—

You are the truth you fear to speak.

Walk not outward, but inside,

Where shadows sit and truths reside.

Where wounds may whisper, soft and sore,

But deeper still—there’s always more.

Let every breath be slow, precise,

A steady fall through thinning ice.

The cold won’t bite if you don’t resist—

Just feel it pass… not clench your fist.

There’s nothing here you have to fight,

Only the absence of your light.

It dims at times, but stays inside—

It waits beneath the noise you hide.

Learn to love the quiet glow

That only your own soul can know.

Another heart can hold you near—

But wholeness starts and ends right here.

The one you left for love or pride,

Or shame you thought you had to hide—

She waited through the noise and spin,

Kept the light still lit within.

And now, at last, you both align—

No longer fractured, split, or blind.

She speaks in whispers, soft and known:

“I’ve been waiting for you to come back home.”

And with a breath, a healing sigh,

You meet your own eternal eye.

So vanish now—not to be gone,

But to come back where you belong.

Not to escape, not just pretend—

But to return and not descend.

“Hello there, you beautiful soul;

The other half who makes me whole.

May I never leave your side again—

Not for the world, not even then.”