AlAnoud Writes

There is a calm
in the spaces between things
the second before coffee cools,
the moment when sunlight folds
across the corner of a desk.

I have learned that silence
is not the absence of sound,
but the shape of understanding.
It holds what words can’t carry,
and returns it gently, like memory.

I move through days
collecting these fragments
a look, a word, a thought half-finished
each one proof that beauty still exists
quietly, without reason or permission.

And though the world rushes forward,
I linger
not because I am lost,
but because I have found
something worth slowing for.