What remains even after
Not everything goes away.
There are voices that stay on
Like fine dust.
A gesture. A tone.
A word spoken too softly.
You didn't understand what he meant,
But you heard it anyway.
And still now,
you carry the sound with you.
Not everything goes away.
There are voices that stay on
Like fine dust.
A gesture. A tone.
A word spoken too softly.
You didn't understand what he meant,
But you heard it anyway.
And still now,
you carry the sound with you.
Invisible Thresholds is a space where words do not explain, but open pathways. A blog between mind, soul and art, for those seeking meaning beyond the obvious.