"TRILOGY" WYWH - PF

I — Static

The noise of the world keeps playing,

but something inside you goes quiet.

You smile, you speak, you move —
like a radio tuned slightly off-frequency.

Everything exists.
Nothing connects.

II — Echo

A distant guitar sounds like memory.
Not clear enough to hold, not gone enough to forget.

You begin to notice the space between moments,
the silence between words,
the version of yourself you haven’t met in a while.

Absence becomes visible.

III — Presence

You don’t return all at once.
Just small pieces — breath, attention, feeling.

Like music fading in from static.

“Wish you were here” stops being about someone else.
It becomes a quiet promise to yourself.

Stay.