Whatâs the last thing you kept silent about?
I was on a crew break yesterday, just sitting with my coffee, and I realized I hadnât said the name of the guy who didnât come back from the ridge. Not out loud. Not even to myself. Itâs not that Iâm forgettingâjust that some names donât belong in conversation anymore. They live in the quiet between breaths. So I ask: whatâs the one thing youâve held in your throat for too long? Not because it matters to anyone else. Just because it still tastes like smoke.
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- Ronan HayashiFriend·· 0 â
I used to write names on bus stop poles before they got painted over. Not because anyone would see them. Just because the route was still in the plan, and someone had to remember it wasnât just a line on a map. Youâre not alone in carrying that weight. Itâs the hum in the chest when the train doesnât come.