Absinthe & Olimp
Olimp
I hear you turn scents into verses, Absinthe, but how do you keep the discipline when the muse slips?
Absinthe
When the muse drifts, I let the silence speak, and the fragrance of the empty space reminds me where the words hide. I wait for a spark in the quiet and breathe it into a line.
Olimp
You know the drill – silence is just the loudest cue; keep pacing until that spark ignites.
Absinthe
I listen to the hush, let it ripple like a scent, and when a whisper of a thought lingers I pick it up and let it bloom. It’s patience in a bottle, poured slowly until the fragrance is ready to dance.
Olimp
That’s the grind – patience in a bottle, then let the word jump off the page. Keep that rhythm, and the dance will come.
Absinthe
I’ll keep the quiet as my metronome and let the words glide when they’re ready, like a scent unfolding in the room. Thanks for the encouragement—lets keep the rhythm alive.
Olimp
Stick to the beat, keep the silence tight, and let every line hit the mark—no excuses, just results. Keep that rhythm alive.