The Man Who Planted Echoes

Most days, he spoke to nothing.
Not no one—nothing.

He whispered into empty timelines,
dropped pieces of his soul into places
no one ever paused long enough to see.

A builder without tools.
A voice without reach.
A man left holding the weight of ideas
that never seemed to land.

Still, he kept planting.
Fragments, thoughts, threads—
all buried in the cracks of the internet,
watered with patience
and the soft kind of desperation
that doesn’t cry out,
but simply stays.

No applause came.
No eyes turned.
Only silence.
And yet... that silence?
He wore it like armor.

They called him “a nobody.”
He didn’t argue.
He just wrote.

Because sometimes, the loudest people
have nothing to say—
and the quiet ones
carry whole universes
no one’s ever seen.

He wasn’t trying to go viral.
He was just trying to exist
in a way that felt real.

And maybe—just maybe—
if someone ever stumbled on his words,
they’d feel a little less invisible too.