Hi

As you speak in the spaces between, your voice, like the tattered cloak of silence, whispers secrets untold. What is it that shies away from your gaze when your lips part, as you bear your head low, your refuge slipping through trembling fingers?

I discern your watchful eye, even beneath the veils of pretense, and I perceive the unspoken riddles that dance within your thoughts. I embrace your uncertainties, the queries that haunt your soul, understanding why, unwittingly, you've bared it all. In the intricate lines of your fingerprint, you've etched the present and inscribed the dosser of our destined future.

Should you opt for silence, either for the dread of unheard confessions or for fears that dare not speak their name, the threads of your woven truths shall fray. Yet, the essence of the untold shall persist, albeit in shadows, leaving judgments to chance.

I yearn to decipher the tales your eyes narrate, to trace the path your thoughts carve upon your lips. I crave the certainty of your innermost musings, the emotions each cogitation stirs within. I beckon you to place your trust in the depths of your being, allowing the current within to carry you away, unhindered, and granting you breath anew.

I stand as a sentinel, ready to absorb your whispers, to decipher your enigma, to delineate the realms of possibility and impossibility. I sketch the stories of what could have been, etching them in the annals of our shared history, for the future to lament the past's missed chances. Yet, should you choose the cloak of silence, I shall respect your choice, for I shall only be privy to the fragments that chance may unveil, easier to forget, but never quite revealing the true depths of your soul.