UNEXPLAINED

It’s the silence that screams the loudest, when the brain delivers its cruel verdict "Unloved." No warning, no reason, just an icy decree. And still, the heart, shattered but stubborn, clings to hope like a fool drowning in quicksand, every beat, an act of rebellion against the void consuming it. Who explains to a heart in fragments, built to feel first, forced to keep beating, even as it strains under the weight of emptiness? Because, how do you stop hoping when hope is the only thing keeping it alive? (c) Izzenzo