Silent Letters
This is me—trying to put into words something I don’t fully understand yet. Something too strong, too strange, too sharp, too deep—it arrived quietly, but it left an echo that didn’t fade easily.
I don’t even know why it happened, or how it happened so quickly. In the blink of an eye, something was there—and then it was gone. And I’m left here, sitting with a silence that feels different from anything I’ve known before.
I never really been writing letters or poems for quite a long time… this will be my comeback. And in a strange way, I didn’t even plan it—it just happened. Maybe because of him. He showed me this space, this place where words can exist without needing to be perfect, just real.
I’m not used to this kind of writing anymore, if I ever truly was. But somehow, I find myself trying again—slowly, carefully—like learning how to speak a language I once forgot.
Everything I write now is just me trying to understand what I feel, even when I can’t fully explain it. Some emotions don’t come with clear meanings. They just arrive, stay for a moment, and leave a trace behind.
And maybe that’s what this is. A return. Not just to writing—but to myself in a quieter, more honest way.
The silence I feel now is different. Not empty, not loud—just… unfamiliar. Like something inside me has shifted, even if I can’t name what changed.
So I’ll write anyway. Even if I don’t fully know how yet.
Watch out for more stories to come. Thank you for reading them—it means more than I can say.
Love,
quite.aurora