Asking Silence What Life Means

I keep asking the silence what life is trying to say.

It never answers. It just stays. We walk in circles made of time,

holding names we can't define. Every breath feels borrowed now, every promise

somehow. I touch the days, they slip away like words I

never learned to say. I smile, but something stays behind,

a quiet crack inside my mind. If this is all we are allowed,

a moment soft, a moment loud, tell me why it feels so thin

to be alive, to be within. This is life. This is life. Falling slow and