<p>When... Someday</p> <p>When the heart grows heavy with its own keeping, when the hands forget the warmth they've held, when the eyes learn to see through walls, when the voice becomes an echo in an empty room— someday, the wind will remember your name. When the seasons turn their backs, when the rain falls upward into itself, when the birds sing in a language older than longing, when silence becomes the loudest sound— someday, a door will open that you never knew existed. When you've worn all your words thin, when the mirror shows you a stranger's patience, when the night stretches longer than any morning, when you've forgotten what it means to be found— someday, a hand will reach for yours in the dark, and you will know, without asking, that you were never really alone. When everything you've built turns to dust, when you can no longer remember why you held on, when the sky forgets its blue, when hope seems a luxury you can no longer afford— someday, you will understand that the waiting itself was the answer, that the searching was the arrival, that the distance between now and someday was never as far as it seemed.