Drifting Endlessly In The Ether

What happens to the feelings and thoughts meant for those who won't hear us? Do they drift endlessly in the ether, or do they find their way into the hearts of those who need them most? Sometimes, that feeling of embrace comes out of nowhere, sudden and sharp as the winter wind. Maybe it's the missed feelings of some unknown lover.

Maybe it's the love that never was, a memory that haunts our minds. We hold these feelings close, hoping they'll reach the ones we meant them for, even if they never do. They might drift like smoke, curling around someone else's life, offering comfort. Or they might dissolve into nothing, lost to the emptiness.

But we keep sending them out, these silent messages. We send them because we have to, because the heart won't be quieted, won't let us rest until we've tried. They're like letters tossed into the sea, hoping to wash up on some distant shore, carried by the tides to a place we'll never know. We send them with the desperation of a prayer.

Perhaps they'll settle into the cracks of another's life, filling the spaces with a warmth that was meant for someone else, but needed just the same. They might become the unexpected smile on a blank face, the sudden hope in a moment of sadness.

We send these feelings and thoughts out into the world, knowing they might never reach their intended destination, but we send them anyway. Because to keep them inside would be to let them fester, to let them consume us from within. So we release them like seeds into the wind, hoping they'll find fertile ground, hoping they'll grow into something beautiful, even if it's just for a moment.

We feel the connection, even if it's only in our minds, even if it's only for a moment. We feel the possibility, the chance that somewhere, someone might feel the warmth we intended, the love we meant to share. And that's enough. That's why we keep sending them, these silent messages, these hopes of what could have been, these scraps of a love that might never be, but still, somehow, is.