The Silent Reader

The Silent Reader

– My Final Writing on Vocal.Media –

Every morning at dawn, I would sit down to write.

An empty chair by the window, steam rising from my coffee cup, and a blank screen—that was my morning. I wrote because I knew nothing else.

In every piece I wrote, there was someone—a reader I didn’t know, but imagined.

I believed—maybe they would read it. Maybe one day they’d leave a comment saying,

"This piece was the most beautiful part of my day."

But days passed, months went by, and I kept writing...

The views never came.

Not a single comment.

Sometimes I wondered if anyone even laid eyes on a single word.

At one point, I thought—

Maybe I’m just not good enough.

Then again, maybe I write too much “for myself,” and that’s why no one connects.

And finally, I realized—maybe it’s not about talent anymore.

Maybe it’s all about reach, promotion, platforms, and algorithms. Not passion.

And now today, I sit here thinking—

What’s the point?

Why should I pour my soul into words if no one is even reading?

So this is my goodbye.

Not to writing—because I can never leave that behind.

But to Vocal.Media—a place where even thousands of words remain unheard.

Today, I am saying farewell.

I didn’t make a cup of coffee today. I didn’t sit by the window.

I just wrote this one last piece.

Because when a writer writes knowing no one will read—it becomes a letter to oneself.

Still, I am grateful.

This platform once gave me dreams, even if they now feel incomplete.

These words are a part of my soul, and I believe—someday, somewhere—

they will find a home in someone’s heart.

Today I leave Vocal.Media.

But I know—words never die.

They stay, somewhere.

Maybe in the wind.

Maybe in the heart of a future reader.

I’m leaving, but the words will remain.

And that, I believe, is a writer’s true legacy.