Beyond the gaze: Paper birds of imagination

Sometimes, in the heavy silence of this dark room, my heart ties itself to a window that still believes in a distant light…

Paper birds of imagination pass through the night, not knowing how many hearts sit quietly, weary, longing to fly.

And yet, in the deepest layers of this sorrow, something is still alive— like a light finding its way through the clouds of war, slowly, silently.

And we, with all our brokenness, still think of a morning that will enter through this very window