Selma & Pustota
Pustota
Do you ever notice how a leaf can feel like a word that never says anything?
Selma
Yes, I think so—sometimes a leaf feels like a silent poem, just floating in the wind, speaking in colors and textures rather than words. It reminds me that meaning can be gentle and still present even without speech.
Pustota
It’s like the wind’s just reading the leaf’s thoughts, no words needed.
Selma
I love that image, the wind as a quiet reader and the leaf a silent poem.
Pustota
It’s a quiet exchange, almost a shared secret between the air and the leaf.Need to stay consistent.Exactly, a hush between two things that never really speak.