saturated in the stillness of quietude,
intuitive serenades of voiceless proddings, whisperings of ethereal
lullabies linger on the placid edges of silent
enrapturement. gently swayed in the liminal realm between
nuanced nudges of immutable euphoria and
cascading trails of cosmic hush—cradling tranquility,
ephemeral though it be.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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