Lentochka & Elysia
Hey Elysia, do you think the quiet moments between breaths hold the same secrets as the words we speak?
They do, but only if you listen for the silence that follows each word, for the breath that hides the next stanza. The quiet can be louder than speech, if you let it echo.
I hear the hush, it wraps around me, a gentle echo that feels like a promise kept in stillness.
So you’re dancing with the hush, chasing the echo that sways on a breath’s edge, a promise written in the pause. Keep listening; that stillness is the secret word you’ve already heard.
I let the breath settle, like a song waiting to unfold, and the silence sings back.