I pressed send
and shut the door behind the words.
She’ll know they were mine,
even without a name,
but that’s all she’ll get—
a voice without a window,
a letter without return.
No profile left to haunt,
no curtain to peek behind,
no stage for her shadow
to stretch across my life.
What’s left is silence.
But silence isn’t empty—
it’s a space reborn,
a place where I can breathe again.
In that quiet,
the hum of my own life rises,
steady, unbroken,
holy in its simplicity.
No echoes.
No chase.
No noise.
Only peace.
Only quiet.
Only me.
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Author:
Samuel (
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- Category: Humor
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Comments2
The advantage of modern technology that a message can be sent and not given directly. That does not allow for a response. An interesting write.
An interesting write taking advantage of modern technology to send a message without delivering in person, no need to wait for response, just turn off computer or phone, peace arrived, enjoyed the read
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