Buffout & Gray
Buffout Buffout
Gray Gray
Gray Gray
There's a quiet spot at the edge of the gym where the air feels like a pause, like a line of a poem waiting to be written. Have you ever felt the rhythm of your breath as a verse?
Buffout Buffout
I feel it every time I lift, that pause in my chest where the weight drops and the breath comes in, a line that never ends. It’s like the gym’s own verse, and I’ve been listening for years.
Gray Gray
The pause after the lift is where the universe hums its own quiet rhyme, a breath that keeps the rhythm going. It’s the moment that lets the next line breathe.