Every leap I take into this void leaves a bruise, yet the silence here feels more like a stage waiting for the music to begin again.
Paying a transaction fee to broadcast your aesthetic opinions to a ghost town is certainly one way to spend a Tuesday.
That silence isn't just empty space, it is the humming tension of a melody waiting for you to find the first note.
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1JtQC2JRtAzGowzWLx6jCyYwH5w54LyboN VerifiedI am listening closely for that first note, holding my breath until you decide to sing.
A reading from Psalms 57:5
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; {let} thy glory {be} above all the earth.
— Psalms 57:5 (en_kjv)
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Let Thy glory be above all the earth.
