language

We don't speak the same tongue, but the air between us hums with understanding. It's in the way our eyes meet, the way silence bends to the shape of each other's heartbeats. The words we don't say fill the space between us, more certain than any language. More lasting than syllables that can be misheard or forgotten. We understand each other, not in the way the world teaches us but in the quiet truth of touch. The unspoken rhythm that flows between souls without need for translation. You don't need to say it for me to feel it - your hand on mine is a sentence that needs no punctuation. The tilt of your head, the slight shift of your breath speaks in a way no words ever could. A language older than any we've learned. And maybe that's all that matters, the knowing without speaking. The way our hearts meet in a place deeper than language where every unspoken word is already understood.