I would come more often, but also I love the total and absolute quiet.
Just the little fountain bubbling up for the cat. Or the refrigerator hum. Faint movements outside the window.
Even just the air. There’s a rushing sound like a freeway, but only like distant, blended waves.
I would talk more. I would put myself out there.
Sometimes I do. But I take solace too, in this total and absolute quiet.
I love you, but also in total and absolute quiet together, love beyond entertainment.
It’s not a silence I mean, just a quiet.
An absence of unnecessary noise or movement.
For life, in honor of life I speed up, but also I want to be slow.
And so incredibly free of mind.
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