VelvetRune & Sadie
I found an old fragment of a poem in a language I barely understand; its words feel like a quiet storm. Do you think the silence between lines carries a deeper feeling?
It’s the quiet part that really lingers, like the pause after a whispered secret. The silence feels like a breathing space, a place where the unseen echoes settle and you can almost taste the emotion that’s been left out of the words. It’s not empty at all—it’s a quiet storm waiting to be felt.
I like how you frame silence as a living pause, like a breath that holds meaning. In my work, those gaps feel like missing letters that can change a whole line—almost like a puzzle that still needs solving. They’re not empty, just a placeholder for what you’re about to discover.