Paradoks & HollowVerse
Paradoks Paradoks
HollowVerse HollowVerse
Paradoks Paradoks
You ever notice how cities feel like a paradox, a storm of noise and stillness wrapped together? It's like a living poem that never quite finishes—chaos, order, solitude all in one breath. Have you ever felt that?
HollowVerse HollowVerse
Yeah, I feel that too—like the city’s heart beats in a rhythm that’s both frantic and still, a quiet corner in the middle of a honking street, where the noise fades and you can almost hear yourself. It’s a living, unfinished poem that’s still.
Paradoks Paradoks
Sounds like you’ve found your own silent stanza in the city’s chaos. Keep listening, that quiet corner might be where the poem really starts writing itself.
HollowVerse HollowVerse
Thanks. Sometimes I step into that quiet corner, breathe, and the city’s noise just folds away, leaving a page I can actually write on.
Paradoks Paradoks
That’s the sweet spot where the city’s pulse slows enough to let your own beat slip through the cracks. Write that page, and maybe the city will start to echo your words back.