Ashes and Echoes

Ashes and Echoes A quiet space for what’s felt but not always said. Ashes and echoes — soft remnants of the soul.

03/05/2025

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

I am tired—
but not for the reasons you’d think.
Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix,
but the kind that comes
from enduring.

From showing up
when I’m running on silent.
From exhaling
only through a smile
when I want to cry,
even without knowing why.

Maybe it’s the pressure.
Or the time I’m losing for myself.
But lately, I feel like I’m fading—
behind spreadsheets,
formulas,
the same clicks every day.

I don’t hate it.

I love the logic.
The precise structure of Excel.
The way code answers back
when the world doesn’t.

But there’s a part of me
that’s craving more—
a story,
a life that’s mine again.

Not just work that gets done,
but words that stay.

A voice that returns to me—
while the clock keeps rushing.

Right now, I’m just holding on—
task by task,
line by line.

But I miss myself.
The part of me that creates.
The one who dreams in sentences
and breathes through story.

And I don’t want to lose her—
not to numbers,
not to noise,
not to the hours
I don’t get back.

A poem for anyone who’s ever looked at the skyand felt both small and infinite. ✨We are more than we know — and we alway...
24/04/2025

A poem for anyone who’s ever looked at the sky
and felt both small and infinite. ✨

We are more than we know — and we always have been.

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐞”𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠Sometimes, I wonder what I really am.I see beauty in things — I feel it —like I’m ...
19/04/2025

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐞”
𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠

Sometimes, I wonder what I really am.
I see beauty in things — I feel it —
like I’m reading something invisible in the world.
I sense the soul of things,
even if I can’t shape them with my hands.

I chose this path — not blindly.
I stepped into it with both feet,
with reason, with care,
with the parts of me that made sense back then.

And I don’t hate the life I’ve built.
There is comfort in its rhythm,
a kind of logic in its lines.
But quietly — something stirs.
A soft shift.
A wildness I haven’t yet named.

I want to understand every part of me.
To express it.
To show it.
To let the world see.

Not to erase what I’ve done —
but to stretch toward everything
I still might become.

Because my soul still listens,
still burns quietly
for something beautiful.
And I ache —
for awe,
for truth,
for something real.

Sometimes I enjoy the precision of code,
the calm of patterns,
the way numbers unfold like steady breath.
But I also ache for mystery.
For questions without answers.
For beauty that doesn’t ask to be solved.

My heart pulls in many directions —
to stars, to sea, to language,
to thoughts I haven’t touched,
to art I cannot make but still somehow love.

Sometimes I feel stuck
in a path that doesn’t hold all of me.
Because I am fluent in wonder.
I want to follow every whisper
that pulls me closer
to the truth of who I am.

But time —
time feels like a thief.
This lifetime is not enough
to taste every piece of this world.

And I know —
this world isn’t made for wanderers of the soul.
It demands direction.
It rewards certainty.
It moves by speed,
by money,
by the lines we’re told not to cross.

It asks us to choose one thing.
To stay in our lane.
To build a single life —
and not look back.

But I was never meant to be a line.
I am a spiral.
A constellation.
A thousand quiet threads unraveling into light.

I don’t know exactly what I’m becoming.
I only know I want more than this —
more softness,
more truth,
more questions.
More room to feel everything,
even if I can’t hold it all.

And maybe I won’t reach it all.
Maybe I’ll never touch every world I dream of.
Maybe I won’t live long enough
to explore every corner of who I am.

But maybe that’s not the point.

Maybe the point
is to want it all.
To chase it anyway.
To burn quietly with wonder,
even when the world keeps rushing.

Because something in me still longs —
not for escape,
but for all of it.

And that longing…
that longing is me.

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬.
18/04/2025

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬.

17/04/2025

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤
𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠

𝐀 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠I've carried so much in silence—An ache that seeks no words,Tears hiding ...
16/04/2025

𝐀 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥
𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠

I've carried so much in silence—
An ache that seeks no words,
Tears hiding behind weary eyes,
A heart yearning for stillness,
In a world whose noise pierces my soul.

Sometimes I slip away, not out of anger,
But because I feel more than I can bear,
I need a hush that asks nothing of me—
No forced smiles or empty explanations,
Just a moment to breathe.

Even my breath falters, its rhythm forgotten,
The weight of everything pressing down,
I crave space—air to cry, to find myself,
A pause to rediscover my inner calm,
Before the heaviness settles too deep.

I wonder if I yearn for a gentle soul,
One that sees me, truly understands,
Without needing me to soften my chaos,
A presence that brings quiet peace,
And accepts me without condition.

I long for a quiet embrace, a presence that says:
You’re seen. You’re heard. You’re held.
No pressure. No questions. Just stillness.
Arms that cradle me when I’m tired and worn,
Freeing me to cry, to heal, to be.

And in every moment of silence and yearning,
I hold onto a hope—that there is a gentleness,
As tender as the raw feeling in my bones,
Patient enough to let me be,
And hold me through every ache.

16/04/2025

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬.

A quiet place
for what remains
after the burning,
and what lingers
long after the sound fades.

Poems.
Letters.
Fragments.
Truth, without explanation.

If you find yourself here —
perhaps something in you
was already whispering back.

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