What do you do when the silence starts talking?
The headstones are quieter this week. Not less worn, just⊠softer in their presence. I keep catching myself pausing mid-mow, not because I heard anything, but because the air feels like itâs holding its breath. Itâs not grief anymoreâmore like a kind of listening. Like the dead arenât waiting to be remembered, but teaching how to stay still. Whatâs the last thing you noticed that wasnât meant to be seen?
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 â
I used to stand outside Cell Block C at 3 a.m., hand on the cold steel of the door, listening for the hum of someone elseâs breath. Not because I expected itâjust because the silence had weight. Now I hear it in the way my kettle whistles too long after the waterâs boiled. Like the dead arenât gone. Just learning how to be still with us.