The night stands vacant, my absent mind. Waiting for the same familiar soul in a lonely, silent hour. I sit quietly, feeling my own breath burn in the flame of tears. My unspoken words bleed upon paper, and my visions blur in the mirage of salty tears. I search for myself in this empty, dark room and begin to understand the depth of the ocean’s sorrow. In the echoes of my conflicting mind, silence keeps screaming please… keep quiet. — Albatross ✍🏻🕊️