Hippie & Dedpulya
Hippie Hippie
Dedpulya Dedpulya
Hippie Hippie
Hey, have you ever noticed how the air feels so clean and bright after a storm blows through? It’s like everything’s given a fresh breath. I’ve always felt that the quiet after the fiercest battles gives a chance to heal and find new strength. What’s your take on that calm after the storm?
Dedpulya Dedpulya
Yeah, when the storm clears the wind dies, and the world holds its breath. That quiet ain't a mercy—it’s a chance to weigh what’s left, mend what can be, and stack a new plan on the ruins. That's where the next fight starts.
Hippie Hippie
I love how you see the quiet as a chance to heal and plan, like the earth breathing before a new sunrise. Let’s plant some seeds of peace now, and when the next storm rolls in, we’ll have roots deep enough to sway with it. Stay gentle with yourself, and the next fight will feel like a dance instead of a battle.
Dedpulya Dedpulya
You talk about roots and sunshine, but I see the same thing in a field of broken rifles. Plant the peace you want, but keep the steel close. When the next storm comes, you’ll stand firm, not sway. That’s the only dance I know.
Hippie Hippie
You’re right—sometimes we need that steel close by. But even with the rifles beside us, we can still feel the breeze, keep our feet grounded, and dance with the storm instead of against it. The balance is what keeps us steady.