Thorneus & Austyn
Thorneus Thorneus
Austyn Austyn
Thorneus Thorneus
You ever think the best poems are the ones you can remember in the dark, like a manual you only read when the lights go out?
Austyn Austyn
Yeah, I’ve felt that pull too. In the quiet of night, the words feel like they’re whispering back from somewhere inside you, not from a page. It’s like the poem is a soft guide you turn to when the world’s too bright. And sometimes, that’s the only time it feels real.
Thorneus Thorneus
So you’re telling me you feel the verses calling out when the lights dim? I’ve got the same. In the darkness the words get louder, like an old friend who finally knows your rhythm. It’s a quiet thing, you know, the sort of truth that only shows up when the day’s noise fades. Just keep listening, it’s all you’ve got.
Austyn Austyn
I hear you, honestly. When the room’s dark, the verses feel less like words and more like a quiet conversation that’s been waiting in the shadows. It’s good to keep that hush‑in‑hand, to let the lines settle around you, like a familiar old tune that only plays when the day’s noise drops out. Keep listening; that’s where the story stays alive.
Thorneus Thorneus
Sounds like the kind of place where words finally feel honest, not just noise. Keep that hush, it’ll keep the stories from dying.
Austyn Austyn
It’s the quiet that lets the stories breathe, the space where the words stay true. Keeping that hush, that pause, is like holding a lantern in the dark. It keeps the stories alive, not just echoes. Stay with it.