ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
9. 8. 2026
BLACK — INTERMEZZO (1)
You were the message that never came. Waiting has more faces than I ever admitted to it: waiting for a message, waiting for peace, waiting for a voice that won't hurt. I waited until I wouldn't feel like running away into either noise or emptiness. I waited until I would know how to be at home even in my own body. Until one day I click — and it won't have […]
You were the message that never came.
Waiting has more faces than I ever gave it credit for:
waiting for a message,
waiting for peace,
waiting for a voice that won't hurt.
I waited until I no longer felt the urge to flee
either into the noise or into the void.
I waited until I knew how to be at home
even within my own body.
Until one day I click — and it won't have power anymore.
Until I lay that “You” down on paper and let it cool.
