They linger—
a lesson in staying
when brightness has nothing left to say.
Beneath them, the world continues its small, monotonous vows:
breath, labor, waiting.
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Isolation is what returns me to myself. Not because I dislike the world, but because somewhere between its expectations and my obligations, I lose the sound of my own voice.
Consciousness as a sea
Sun-warmed by the simplicity of being
With cloud-soft water touching my skin
I float upon the rhythm of waves
Contemplating a breath underwater
“What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside oneself and meet no one for hours—that is what one must be able to attain.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke