
living is in the silence
in the breakage and pauses
of action
everything beautifully orchestrated
has not been created
but meticulously etched away
at what always was
by omission,
by slumber,
by numbness…
and the most exceptional rarities
are sculpted
by deep and solemn hurt
A solemness that dares to halt…
life is not a flow
but an eternal stagger
of chaos and quietude.
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