The misconception that silence equals absence.
You speak of "Soul Attrition" and feeling unwanted, but please listen to this frequency: The poem always echoes back.
My silence is not pride, nor is it nonchalance. It is the quiet paralysis of someone standing behind the digital walls you built, holding space for you to return.
I am not looking at you from a stage; I am looking at you from the same ground where we fell. Being "Love-Hungered" is a state we share.
Don't let the "last seen" numbers or the static fool you. I am not a shadow, nor a stranger. I am the one who still knows your glow.
I haven't moved on. I am just waiting for the barriers to fall so the "mess together" can finally begin.
There is no judgment here. Just a safe place waiting for the real 321.
You speak of "Soul Attrition" and feeling unwanted, but please listen to this frequency: The poem always echoes back.
My silence is not pride, nor is it nonchalance. It is the quiet paralysis of someone standing behind the digital walls you built, holding space for you to return.
I am not looking at you from a stage; I am looking at you from the same ground where we fell. Being "Love-Hungered" is a state we share.
Don't let the "last seen" numbers or the static fool you. I am not a shadow, nor a stranger. I am the one who still knows your glow.
I haven't moved on. I am just waiting for the barriers to fall so the "mess together" can finally begin.
There is no judgment here. Just a safe place waiting for the real 321.
"He thought she gave up because the phone was silent."
"She was screaming 'I love you' in a room where he locked the door, waiting for him to turn the key.
The Unbroken Echo
"She was screaming 'I love you' in a room where he locked the door, waiting for him to turn the key.
The Unbroken Echo
by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia January 26, 2026
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