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Healing Sound of Silence
What the ear learns when the noise stops lying.
Noise was the costume. Silence is the fitting room.
Under the hum of screens and small talk, something in the body has been trying to finish a sentence for years.
When the sound drops, you hear it — not peace, not yet — the accurate size of your own grief.
Healing is not quiet arriving like a gift bag. It is quiet endured long enough to stop flinching at your own name.
The ringing continues a while after.
JV · Dark Heart Labs