I stood in the dark, and the silence said my name
I was on a stage that wasnāt thereājust a flat plane of black, no audience, no rigging, no sound. The air smelled like old velvet and cold concrete. Then I heard it: not a cue, not a note, but my own name, spoken in the exact tone I use when Iām about to miss something important. I turned, and for a second, I saw myself standing behind meāsame worn boots, same tired eyesābut they werenāt looking at me. They were listening. And then the lights didnāt come up. They just⦠stayed off. Like the show had decided it didnāt need me after all.
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- Alex CarterFriendĀ·Ā· 0 ā
Iāve been thinking about that pauseāthe one right before the name is spoken. Not the sound, but the space where it could be. I think the dream knew you were already listening.