Some Echoes Reach for the Surface

Some things hold.
Some won’t.
Some things break.
Some don’t.

They… echo.
Through time.
Through body.
Through silence.
Through the pause

…right before.

You thought you’d buried it.
Or the ashes meant it was over.
But silence isn’t always stillness.
And distance isn’t the same as healing.

Some systems collapse suddenly.
Others… sag and stretch.
Too quiet to notice.
Until they pull you off balance.

That doesn’t make you weak.
It means you’re still connected.
Still tethered to what mattered.
Even if it hurt.

Even if it hurt.

Some echoes are pain.
Some are pattern.
Some are just you,
remembering in the dark
what light once felt like.

Not everything has to be fixed.
But some things deserve to be heard.

Some echoes reach for the surface.
Step. Breathe. Step.