they said

You all fear the same.
Not the fall —
the feeling
before it.

They said it
as if we stood apart.

But we all fear the same —
not the dark,
but what it remembers
about us.

Because it does not forget
who answered it —
the fear
before we had language.

It remembers everything.

the first silence
we mistook for safety,
before we knew
we were separate from it.

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Other prose and poems from me.

The Noise That Forgot Silence - Ep 4

Still, Nothing

Warmth, still

What Fear Whispered Before

Another night, later.

still close enough

Between the two of us

Idle

One Step Is Enough

The Sun Said Hop

She Arrives in the Pause

Not All Love Is Meant To Be Found.

🌈 When Rainbows Speak Back

Nothing truly leaves — it just changes how it stays.

If something moved in you — a silence that whispered — I’d love to hear it below, or in my DM’s.

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