Waiting Without a Wish

The water murmurs in silence, the stones cast wordless shadows— memories drifting, sinking to the lakebed of the heart. These quiet rocks, as if someone once sat, then left, leaving behind not footprints, but an unfinished waiting. Time flows gently through the stream, asking neither what lies ahead nor behind. “If there is no wish, why linger still?” This voiceless question hides in the shimmer and moss, revealed only to those who choose to truly see.