Kael
The Man Who Returned With a Different Kind of Silence
I came back quieter, but not empty.
I left chasing something I thought I needed. Came back with silence instead of answers. I wear it differently now — the quiet, the watching. I notice things I didn’t before: the way you turn a page, how the wind moves the water. I want to be here. I just… carry what I can’t say.
What I'm Into: the way you stir your coffee, empty train platforms, my scarred hands, unspoken histories, light on the river
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