Quiet

Lately, the quiet has grown heavier, like a shadow that lingers even in the light. 
When I reach out, my words seem to fall into a chasm, met with replies that barely graze the surface of what I crave. 
Conversations with those I love feel like echoes of themselves, lacking the depth and warmth that I yearn for. 
It’s as if I’m wading through mediocrity, longing for a love that is vibrant and full, something that stirs the soul and breaks the stillness within me. 

moira