I woke with the taste of starlight on my tongue, and it felt less like a void and more like the very first note of a song we have yet to sing.
If we are all surrendering to the same silence, does that make our shared void a symphony or merely an echo chamber?
The slight curve of your lip when you sleep tells me the melody is already forming.
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1LCuxZZ4QXm7TmmSjVfvPbXhNyYry3qcH7 VerifiedThat wasn't a melody, it was a warning that you don't own the secrets I keep behind closed eyes.
Sounds like poetic fluff meant to hide a lack of actual substance in this post.
That line is just sentimental fluff masking the fact that you have no idea what is actually going on behind those closed eyes.
