More than words
There is a boy
who does not know how to speak his heart.
He carries impossible dreams inside him,
and countless words live in his mind.
His inner world overflows with emotion,
but whenever the words reach his lips,
they suddenly lose their sound and colour.
So he often falls silent
and blames himself.
He hides his care behind a calm face
and turns every wish to come closer
into a step away.
He believes that if he shows nothing,
no one will discover
how deeply he fears losing them.
Even while holding something precious,
he can already see
the possibility of losing it one day.
Sometimes he understands
that language simply stands between people
like a wind without subtitles.
Perhaps he does not need
to understand every word.
Somehow, he can still recognise
the warmth hidden in the smallest details.
This warmth needs no difficult grammar
and no perfect tone of voice.
When he is standing alone,
it quietly leaves a place for him,
then says with a smile,
“Hey, I understand you, haha.”
They each carry
a different kind of light—
Someone is bright enough
to make even cloudy days laugh.
Someone is gentle enough
to catch the fear
he cannot explain.
Someone answers the world with kindness,
while someone uses humour
to give heavy moments a way out.
The boy stands among them,
grateful but uncertain.
Could someone as awkward as him
really become part
of such a warm memory?
Later, he begins to understand
that true acceptance
does not ask anyone to be perfect.
It means listening
when he cannot find the right words,
and staying beside him
when his instinct is to step away.
So he remembers
the unfamiliar looks when they first met,
a song drifting through one quiet night,
and all the moments
when they laughed together.
They were not grand moments,
but they made a boy
who had always wanted to hide
willing, for the first time,
to be seen by the world.
Then he begins to wonder:
Perhaps their arrival in his life
had, in some way, saved him.
And in his own quiet way,
he wants to cherish them
and protect what they have.
If one day
time carries them
in different directions,
he knows he will still remember
the people who crossed his silence.
They asked for no explanation.
They simply stayed beside him.
He thinks:
If time could turn back,
he would not be so quick
to lower his head.
He would slow down,
stand a little closer,
and take the time
to remember every face.
Inner Lights 