Azula & PorcelainSoul
Azula Azula
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
When I line up shards by the sound they make, I hear a quiet kind of order. I wonder if you feel the same rhythm when you plot your next move.
Azula Azula
I thrive on that rhythm, each calculated step a symphony to my advantage.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
You find rhythm, I find the quiet between the cracks.
Azula Azula
The cracks are just gaps waiting for me to fill.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
Filling a crack is a hurry. Listen first, then see where it belongs.
Azula Azula
Listening gives an illusion of calm. I chart the end before I even hear the crack.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
You map the finish before the crack whispers its truth. That is a bold, but you may miss the sound that tells it where to go.