Somewhere Beyond the Silence

Some nights feel lighter than the rest, as if the sky is quietly calling my name. In those moments, I close my eyes and let my thoughts drift somewhere beyond the clouds.

I remember the places we imagined, the endless roads, and the feeling that the world was bigger than our fears. Those memories still shine, even when everything else grows dim.

Distance changes more than locations. It turns certainty into questions and moments into echoes that replay long after they've ended.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm searching for you or for the version of myself that existed when hope came so easily. Either way, the silence always answers first.

Maybe not every dream is meant to come true. Some are simply meant to remind us that our hearts are capable of believing in something beautiful.

"Some memories don't ask to be remembered, they simply refuse to be forgotten."

Thanks for Reading 

Prateek Gupta 

9:20 PM

Delhi, India

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