echoesoftheinfinite

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I am a mosaic of subtle traits borrowed from every person I have ever encountered.

— Echoes of the infinite

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Just write Write while the shy sun still peeks through the clouds, gently warming every corner of your soul. Write while the world outside collapses in storms — and you quietly absorb every drop within. Write when no one else believes in you. Write even when you no longer believe in yourself. It doesn't matter where, how, or when. It doesn't matter if it feels beautiful, broken, or painfully ordinary. Writing will save you. And if, somehow, it still isn't enough to save... Know this: your words are eternal. There is still meaning in what you wrote. There is still value in what you created. There is still a part of you that remains — and it touched the world.

— Echoes of the infinite

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I thought I was used to it. I thought I was used to death. When you've lost so much, it’s easy to imagine you “get used to it”. That your heart grows colder. But no. Each departure takes a piece of you with it. And in the midst of pain, in the midst of sorrow, I feel my soul, little by little... something that once shone within me begins to fade. Only a small part remains — it never truly leaves. Not completely. And I know it’s pointless. Pointless to fight it. Pointless to think otherwise. But it’s also inevitable. When you remember the light in their eyes, slowly fading. The breath already weak, trying, failing, for just one more. Life slipping away, right in front of you. Gone in a blink. No longer there. No longer. No. Denial... But I know that, no matter how life takes away those we love the most, somehow — even if all the time in the world would never be enough beside someone — that someone never truly leaves. They always, despite everything, stay with you. Within you. Until the end. And for as long as forever exists. Or... that little part of them will always remind you what happiness truly means. Of having been whole, even if briefly, even if unconsciously. They show you how beautiful it is to love unconditionally. Your blue eyes were the softest and kindest I've ever seen. Thank you for being part of my life, even if only briefly. With all the love still beating in me, — your human.

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"For I almost tore out my own heart And offered it to you, Just so, in the blink of an eye, You shattered it."

— Echoes of the infinite

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Your Hands

Your hands were like the gentle breath of a sunlit day, when, upon meeting mine, they touched with an almost imperceptible tenderness. Shy, yet never distant, your fingers, so soft, traced delicate caresses along the tips of mine. The intertwining of our hands unfolded with silent perfection, a subtle gesture that made me believe, in some profound way, they were crafted solely for one another. As if you were made just for me.

— Echoes of the infinite

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What I notice most is how many retreat too deeply into their own worlds. But these are colorless worlds, soulless, lacking that something which, even in absence, still pulses with life. There are people like that: though they may resemble so many others, they carry something that sets them apart. An invisible trace, a lingering presence that remains, even after everything else fades away. Sometimes, it’s a place, a detail, a feeling... And suddenly, you see her. Not with your eyes, but with your soul. And you feel it. Because truly seeing someone is more than just looking — it’s recognizing what they once loved, what used to make their eyes light up. It’s sensing what hides behind what the world sees. It’s looking and knowing, with a quiet certainty, that this was part of who they were. Not everyone sees it. But among all that exists, few things are as beautiful as loving someone for what lies beyond the surface. Loving them, even when their world is not the same as yours.

— Echoes of the infinite

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And my eyes turned at every corner, finally longing to see you. My heart stumbled over memories, yearning for you.

— Echoes of the infinite

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I see myself as an echo in people’s lives— present enough to leave traces, absent enough to never be a priority. They see me as something that moves them, but never as someone they'd choose to stay. I’m remembered, but not chosen. I leave an impact, yet never enough to be valued as I deserve. I’m a “maybe” that never even reaches the realm of imagination. And the saddest part? I was never half of anything— I always wanted it all. Does my intensity scare you? Because your shallowness feels so hollow to me. You never stayed, but that’s alright— at least I know how love feels right.

— Echoes of the infinite

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What I fear most is not death, but being forgotten, dissolved in time. Carried off like a leaf in the wind, extinguished like the final embers of a dying fire. I want to be remembered. Not for what I had to offer, nor out of convenience, but for who I truly was. For my heart, my mind, and above all, for my essence. For my soul. If you die, don’t think yourself lucky for having lived well and rested in a polished coffin. But if you are remembered for your being, for your humble and singular existence, then you were more than lucky in life, and more than honored in death.

— Echoes of the infinite

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I wouldn't have minded drowning with you. But you saved yourself and left me to sink.

— Echoes of the infinite

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Amidst the absence of genuine conversations, I drowned myself in music, losing myself in lyrics more deeply than I ever clung to anything living in this world— perhaps even more than to myself. When my lips uttered no sound, my mind toiled tirelessly, and with each thought, more of me slipped away, dissolving into tiny fragments of uncertainty. I no longer knew if my mind still belonged to me or if it had been completely overtaken by this bitter frustration. Yet the songs rebuilt me, little by little. The pieces of myself once destined to vanish were restored, filled by an invisible presence. Music is not merely an escape— it is salvation. Even when it calls forth eternal memories, it lifts you from the world for a moment—and you lose yourself. Not in a sea of thoughts, but in a sky of fulfillment. If I was born for anything, I know it was to cherish all forms of art. But music... Music possesses the power to carry me beyond my mind. And, despite everything, it comforts me to know that what remains of me will be made of fragments— of stories, loves, experiences— and that is the truest essence of being human: to have a soul and a fierce heart that insists on beating. — Kessya (Echoes of the infinite ), from “Thoughts on a Gray Night.”

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It was as if, while writing, I could feel the entire world swelling within my chest.

— Echoes of the infinite

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What do you feel when thoughts of me arise? Why do you conceal truth behind those eyes? No one's innocent— I killed off desire to tear you from my fire. I am blazing flame, and you, endless shade without name.

— Echoes of the infinite

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I belong to myself, and that is more than enough.

— Echoes of the infinite

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I don't think I deserved to be a pawn in a game for two. I don't think I deserved your truth unveiled only once it was through. I don't think I deserved the hollow ring of your “I love you.” I don't think I deserved to be the fallback in the chaos you called a view. I don't think I deserved those cold, detached replies, while I was burning, lost in my own cries. I don't think I deserved to be the last to see. I don't think I deserved October stealing the will from me. I don't think I deserved your "I feel infinite" breath. I don't think I deserved to find that “forever” was just a tale dressed as death. I don't think I deserved to shield your hesitation. And truth be told— you didn’t deserve even my heart’s faint vibration.

— Echoes of the infinite