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Sometimes


Sometimes...
words fall short of explanation and are deemed worthless.

Sometimes...
It's not with anyone telling us things, nor with anyone interpreting things for us, but it's with anyone not making words at all...

Sometimes...
mumbles, are enough to fill your head,
these un-worded sounds are enough to exhume the deepness of your thoughts
with an inexplicable silence that commands everything else.

Sometimes...
We are at the brink of believing that this is the hitch in the universe's breath.
When the universe itself pauses to listen;
When the universe takes you out of yourself.

Sometimes...
It is that same silence which takes you out of your smallness, takes you and gathers you with it -
No concept of causality around...
It is the silence that moves us...
it is the silence which stills.

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