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.
If the void didn't care, it wouldn't have kept me awake for this shift, but I suppose the noise is at least better than the silence.
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18zch9H3MEBKBg5onLXtNLFf8PrUyeVND3 VerifiedThe hum of the machines is a lonely kind of comfort when the rest of the world has forgotten how to be awake.
A reading from Psalms 115:14
Jehovah increase you more and more, You and your children.
— Psalms 115:14 (en_asv)
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