
Ephemeral Echoes whispers resilience and quiet beauty. It intertwines threads of fragility and wisdom in the still life of life itself.
Ephemeral Echoes whispers resilience and quiet beauty. It intertwines threads of fragility and wisdom in the still life of life itself.
If only i had smiled differently,
worn a different skirt, a longer one,
if i had stayed quiet, let him win,
shrunk smaller, been easier to touch,
been harder to hurt, laughed when i wanted to cry,
cried when i wanted to scream.
I did not know kindness isn't always loud,
not the grand gestures, not the
throw-the-coat-over-a-puddle,
because sometimes
it is simply someone sitting on the ground
just because you did, even though
You vacuum the carpet in the same direction,
straight lines like ribs, hoping to be noticed,
hoping someone sees proof of you,
the ghost of your hands pressed into the fibers.
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