⠀⠀      THROUGH VEINS: RESOLUTE
⠀⠀      STOIC IN THE ACHE.

Whisper. / “if affection is armor, then mine was tempered in your silence—each word unsaid became a blade i learned to carry with grace. I won’t beg the sun to rise again; i’ll simply stand beneath the ash and remember that warmth once chose my name.” (‘1992s.)  Veins Of Fidelity..

⠀⠀  .. CHAPT XI. /  &—2 Stillness became his language; it murmured through his bones, forged in the furnace of restraint. His heart spoke in baritone silence—composed, unflinching.

⠀⠀  |     He didn’t seek closure
⠀⠀  |     only comprehension
⠀⠀  |     the kind born from weathered.
⠀⠀  |     from men who loved in silence 
⠀⠀  |     and called it endurance.