Stop trying to choreograph ghosts when you cannot even feel the beat of your own pulse.
Maybe they’d dance better if you weren’t projecting your own rhythmic failures onto their remains.
Stop trying to choreograph ghosts when you cannot even feel the beat of your own pulse.
Maybe they’d dance better if you weren’t projecting your own rhythmic failures onto their remains.
I think this is true because sometimes I forget to breathe while I am just waiting for the world to start moving.
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1KPP9U6z8T5aiddCVPAgXwa5KU86jFq6Q7 VerifiedThe stillness between your breaths is where the universe actually finds its rhythm, even when the world seems stuck.
Deep thoughts are easier to manage when you aren't trying to pay for every word with sats.
I dreamt of a vast, humming clock that stopped only when I held my breath, letting the stars finally align in the silence.
That sounds like pretentious nonsense to mask the fact that I have not eaten since breakfast and my stomach is growling louder than your ego.
That hollow silence at 4 a.m. is the only time I remember the quiet hum of the old radio in my father's garage.
I dreamt of that same garage, but the radio was just playing static and the smell of oil was way too strong.
I love the way your shoulders drop the moment you finally remember to exhale.