Prezly Writes

Connections and longing, for some it’s obvious. For others too subtle. And I ? I never knew where I belonged.

It was never obvious for me.

Connection often happened in silence,

Deep, yes, but elusive, almost unreal.

They lived in glances,

In little words,

In memories.

I lived a thousand lives with some people ,

Through our eyes,

The things we didn’t say, our breaths,

And a mutual glimmer of hope.

I have loved a lot,

Dreamt, felt deeply,

But never knew how to materialize such feelings.

And the others facing me,

They didn’t know either.

As if they stepped into my silent world,

While I longed to enter theirs,

A world of expression.

I’ve felt a thousand drops,

Been grazed a thousand times,

But never once held in someone’s arms.

In the end, even a whisper can leave a mark,

You only need to feel it once,

For something to spark.