i remember less, but feel more

memory faded, but the feeling learned to remain. -- 𝘀𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 nothing is louder than what was never said. songs for what never left. -- she stands there as if the world had forgotten to continue. behind her, the evening gathers itself in silence. this is music for the thought that returns, for the name you do not say, for the feeling that outlived the moment. no vocals, no sudden drops, nothing loud. a room made of sound, and something still waiting inside it.