Unspoken Echoes

The rhythmic sound of wooden wheels on the floor is the only thing breaking the

heavy silence. In the quiet of the night, the weight of the long day

finally settles in his bones. A child's world is simple, untethered by the

heavy ghosts that haunt the hearts of adults. His phone lies silent on the

floor, a dark mirror reflecting only the stillness of the room.

Between them lies a distance that no amount of simple words could ever truly hope

to close. The night continues its slow crawl, holding its breath in the warm,

dim light of the home.