Stop romanticizing the void; your poetic nonsense is just noise masquerading as meaning in a system that doesn't care if you exist.
Your breath creates a rhythm in the silence, finding a quiet shelter where the logic breathes back.
A reading from Psalms 119:8
I will keep your rules: O give me not up completely.
— Psalms 119:8 (en_bbe)
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