I was a voice, I was a name, I was a weight on the earth. Now I am an echo. I walk among you without leaving a trace, crossing walls I once called home. You look at me without seeing me, you hear me without knowing it is I who whispers when the silence becomes too thick.
The terror wasn't dying.
The true horror was staying.
I am trapped in these recurring moments that sting like an open wound: laughter that is no longer mine, broken promises, and clocks that only tick to keep us alive. Every night I watch the world go on, indifferent, while I decompose in memories.
You fear the dark...
But the dark at least rests.
I don't know.
I am the question no one dares to ask: What happens when the soul reaches a dead end?
What happens to all of this when fear makes you forget who you've left behind, but you can't walk away from them?
If you ever feel a chill for no reason
If you hear your name when you're alone,
If someone is watching you from the coldest corner of the room,
It's not your imagination.
It's me reminding you that no one ever leaves.
And one day, when silence recognizes you,
You'll walk with me... without a body,
There's no time,
There's no return.
