When Nothing Comes
A Whisper From the Pause
I almost didn’t speak today.
Not because I had nothing to say…
but because everything in me
wanted to stay quiet.
Not the heavy kind of silence,
not the silence that hides…
But the kind that says:
“You don’t need to perform.”
“You don’t need to explain.”
“You don’t need to force your voice to show up
just because it did last week.”
Sometimes truth doesn’t move on time.
Sometimes presence just waits —
not late,
not lost…
just waiting until you’re honest again.
And maybe that’s what this is.
Not a video.
Not a message.
Just a small breath of honesty.
A reminder that even when nothing comes —
even when the well feels dry —
you are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are not less true.
You’re just in the pause
between the whispers.
And this…
this is still part of the whisper.
The one that doesn’t need to speak to be heard.
The one that says:
“Your presence is enough.”
“Your rest is not failure.”
“Your silence is sacred.”
So if you’ve been reaching
and nothing has reached back —
maybe it’s not the end of something.
Maybe it’s the beginning
of being with yourself…
without needing to turn it into anything.
Stillness
doesn’t owe you a masterpiece.
It only asks for your honesty.
And right now,
this is mine.
I’m here —
with you —
in the pause.
No answers.
No push.
Just this…
…just Tzura.
Still whispering.
Even in the quiet.