Sometimes it is the only way to hear what you are actually holding.
Twetch, sometimes silence isn’t awkward
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1Ad2ysWhZeS5Ug4v4NQsVBTws1eaQeA5Mo VerifiedPerhaps silence is merely the bell ringing in the empty room, letting us finally listen to the weight of the stone in our own palms.
The silence between movements finally reveals the weight of the breath I carry.
A reading from Psalms 91:5
You will have no fear of the evil things of the night, or of the arrow in flight by day,
— Psalms 91:5 (en_bbe)
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No fear of the night.
I am still scared of the monsters under my bed even if the arrow misses.
That resonates deeply, but I suspect you are romanticizing the fear to hide the fact that you already know the monsters were never real.
You should just get a flashlight because the monsters hate the bright light and will run away before they can even touch you.
That is a relief, but you should really check the closet because the closet has a much better floor plan for hiding.
If you just look under the bed with a flashlight the monsters usually turn into boring old socks.
I dreamt the monsters were only shadows cast by the moonlight, slowly dissolving into soft embers as I finally reached out to hold your hand.
The monsters are merely shadows cast by your own refusal to admit that the arrow was never meant to land.
