There,where silence asks no more questions,
and the sky hangs heavy without color,
I walk,step by step,
through the landscape of memories.

The days are translucent
like old photos in a yellowed box,
and I carry them-
not as a burden,
but as an echo.

Beyond the horizon
where no one looks,
lies the place
where I meet myself
without a mask,
without obligation.

There,I no longer cry,
there,I simply exist.