At the end of the day, I cease thinking, and try to touch the absence which contains all forms. I watch the world rearrange itself, too quickly for the heart to follow. Evening presses its weight on everything, a soft, unanswerable gravity.
At the end of the day, I cease thinking, and try to touch the absence which contains all forms. I watch the world rearrange itself, too quickly for the heart to follow. Evening presses its weight on everything, a soft, unanswerable gravity.
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