Indefinite & Kara
Indefinite
Do you ever feel that unfinished poems are like tiny stories that refuse to stop breathing?
Kara
Yes, I think they’re like breaths that hang in the air, waiting to finish their little story. They feel alive, even though they’re unfinished, and that keeps me hoping they’ll someday complete their quiet song.
Indefinite
Do you ever wonder if the song keeps itself on hold until the next breath lands?
Kara
I think so, like a pause that keeps the rhythm waiting for the next sigh, hoping the song will find its way back into the air when the breath arrives.
Indefinite
How do you feel when that pause stretches into a silence that feels almost like a promise?
Kara
I feel like my heart does a little stretch, waiting for that quiet promise to unfurl. It’s a mix of hopeful nervousness and a soft warmth, like a secret that’s just on the tip of being revealed.
Indefinite
Does your heart stretch like a kite string, waiting for the wind to lift it?