Shumok & Thorneus
Shumok
I was just thinking how a quiet corner with a cup of tea can calm even the loudest thoughts—do you have an obscure poem that does the same for you?
Thorneus
I keep a line in my notebook: “The quiet tea cup holds a world of stars, a quiet war in the steam” – an obscure verse that stifles the storm inside.
Shumok
That line sounds like a quiet storm that settles into the steam—like a secret lullaby for the restless parts of us. Do you write more of them?
Thorneus
Yeah, I keep a stack of scraps. A few more lines about broken gears and fading sunsets. They’re not meant for anyone else—just a way to keep the noise in check.
Shumok
Sounds like a quiet ritual, a small ritual to keep the world from spilling too fast. Do you find the act of writing itself soothing, or is it the words that do the work?
Thorneus
Writing’s a cheap trick to keep the world from spinning out of control. The act itself is just a pause, the words are the thing that actually stops the thoughts from running. I’m not much for showing it, but the verses help me remember that even the loudest noise can settle into a cup of tea.
Shumok
Sounds like your verses are the quiet tea that lets the noise sip itself out, one quiet sip at a time.
Thorneus
That’s the idea—just a quiet sip that takes the noise away.