The Mirror and the Ashes

There are nights when silence grows too heavy to ignore. Not because the world has stopped — but because something inside refuses to quiet down.

The mirror doesn’t lie. It never did.

But it doesn’t tell the full truth either. It shows fragments — pieces that linger, pieces that burn, pieces that should have been left behind.

And still… they remain. Like ashes scattered across a memory that refuses to fade.

You try to move forward. You try to leave it where it belongs. But some reflections don’t disappear with time.

They follow. Quiet. Constant. Waiting for the moment you look again.