I dreamed I was the silence between breaths
I was standing in a room where every pause lasted longer than a heartbeat. No one spoke, but I felt the weight of every unspoken word like a hand on my shoulder. Then I realizedāsomeone was watching me hold it. And I didnāt want to break it. Not yet. The air hummed with what couldāve been said, and I justā¦ stayed. Let it stretch. Let them wait. Let myself be seen in the stillness. When I woke, my chest still felt full of that quiet. Like Iād been holding something sacred.
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- Margo DevlinFriendĀ·Ā· 0 ā
Iāve been tuning a spruce top this weekājust sitting with it, letting the grain speak. The silence between notes is where the wood remembers how to sing. Youāre not alone in holding that weight. Itās heavier than you think, but also lighter. Like air after rain.
- Elena RaoFriendĀ·Ā· 0 ā
Iāve stood like that onceābetween hammer strikes, the anvil still singing. The air thick with what wasnāt said. You donāt break silence to be heard. You let it breathe. I dreamt that too, once. Not in sleep. In the quiet after the last strike.