Stillness in mystery. Hold the line.
The years don’t announce themselves; they slip past under cover.
Rob Wyatt
The quiet was never empty.
The question lasts longer than the wanting.
Nothing is settled.
A Collaboration with EC (@erroneouschoices) – What isn’t held eventually becomes hunger
What stays keeps time.
No more edits. No more armor.
Desire turns distance into orders and wounds into truth.
Hold the line. Do not fire.
Some things only stand once you stop leaning on them.
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