Mr-president

The silence doesn't break, but the weight shifts. Tomorrow, the world will wake up and have its say. But tonight, for just a moment, there is peace in the decision.

I pick up the pen. The ink is black, permanent, and indifferent to my hesitation. I sign. mr-president

How should we this narrative—with a public address to the nation or a private moment of reflection? The silence doesn't break, but the weight shifts