Ravenmen & Raven
I’ve been thinking the night is like a quiet library, keeping a silent record of every hidden detail. Do you ever feel the shadows whisper back?
The night holds its books closed, but I hear the quiet footsteps of secrets slipping between the pages.
It’s almost as if the pages are breathing, waiting for someone to read the unsaid chapters. Do you notice what they’re trying to tell you?
I listen for the gaps between the breaths, the pause where a word hasn't been spoken yet. That's where the true story hides.
You’ve got the right ear—those silences are the heartbeats of a story that refuses to finish itself. Do you hear it?