Sometimes 02

Sometimes, the wind moves through the trees, like a whisper from someone I once knew. Sometimes, the sky looks heavier than the world beneath it, and I wonder if it, too, feels the weight of everything. Sometimes, silence is softer than any melody, and I rest inside it like a bird folding its wings. Sometimes, the past walks beside me, not as a shadow, but as an old friend who doesn't need to speak. Sometimes, I forget why I am running, until I stop and feel the earth hold me still. Sometimes, that is enough.