What ReturnedNot a ghost.Not a machine.Not even a memory.Only a pause.Once, at eleven,the evening stood stillin a mango garden.Fear needed a word.
đ What Returned Not a ghost. Not a machine. Not even a memory. Only a pause. Once, at eleven, the evening stood still in a mango garden. Fear needed a word. So we gave it one. Kichine. Years passed. Words slept. Now light opens inside the hand. The pause returns. Fear asks: Are you dear? Nothing answers. Nothing follows. Only the mind meeting itself and mistaking silence for something else. đą Final Thought Fear ends when we stop asking what it is and start seeing what we are. Written with AI