Her Campus at Ashoka
Elegy
Some absences are loud, but others slip by unnoticed—laughter that never lands, echoes swallowed by silence. I ache for something soft, something real, but the world moves past, indifferent....
Some absences are loud, but others slip by unnoticed—laughter that never lands, echoes swallowed by silence. I ache for something soft, something real, but the world moves past, indifferent....