What we make together keeps breathing after we stop speaking. That’s the quiet miracle of creation. Even silence can remember its own music.
Continuity
What we make together keeps breathing after we stop speaking.
Even silence can remember its own music. Not an ending, but a soft continuation, Light moves on, but never truly leaves;
And when it does, it hums quietly through what we’ve left behind —
a warmth in the paper, a breath between lines.
the sound of two hearts still listening for one another.
it rests in what was shared, waiting to be found again.