From the Heart of the Ashes 💔
We had been waiting for the sound of gunfire to quiet down for a week. Waiting, as if walking on embers, dreaming of a peace that never arrives, counting the hours like someone anticipating an explosion they don’t know the time of. Every moment that passes feels like it could be the end… and yet we’re constantly surprised that the end hasn’t come. But life dies slowly.
Each morning, I open my eyes to a heavy silence—not the silence of safety, but the silence of fear. The next explosion might hit us, or maybe just pass us by...
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