Rain_cloud & Lunatik
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
Lunatik Lunatik
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
Sometimes I think the quiet between stars feels like a poem that’s still waiting to be read. Have you ever noticed that?
Lunatik Lunatik
Yeah, I feel that too, like a cosmic poem that’s still just a hush, waiting for us to give it a voice. The silence almost sings, if you listen closely.
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
It’s strange how a quiet can feel so full, like the air is holding a secret breath. Maybe we’re the ones who have to whisper the words back into it.
Lunatik Lunatik
Exactly, the quiet is like a secret breath, and maybe we’re the ones who have to spill the words back into it, like whispering a password to the universe.
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
I’d say we’re the shy listeners, waiting for the universe to open up when we finally let the words slip out. It’s like telling a secret to a friend who listens with the whole sky.