Never
Come What May
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I don't know, all this negative energy is upsetting my Zhongji Charka..
The proceeding silence was brought to you by the inevitable repose of your senses. Your mind wondered, your blood pressure lowered and dazed, absent-mindedly at something while seeing nothing.
Looking at nothing is the best time to consider something. It might be the rough, weary somethings of your survival - bills to pay, dinners to cook, work to be done and other future abstracts that become less abstract as you approach them.
What about the bright, playful somethings that invite you along? Those sweet daydreams of the past and present. The sunlight as it filters through blinds onto your cold shoulder, the smell of food when your belly is empty enough to rumble for it, the bite against your cheek of a frost's wind, Earl Grey, lukewarm and with honey.
Personally, I like to think about the silence. The longer you listen to it, the louder it gets and I can hear silence rushing past my ears right now. A sea pounding at my eardrum, an unfocusing of my gaze and the sense that I'm not so tied up in my skin as I feel at times.
Silence and stillness can be good while they last.
But they do not last long.
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Iblid.
The proceeding silence was brought to you by the inevitable repose of your senses. Your mind wondered, your blood pressure lowered and dazed, absent-mindedly at something while seeing nothing.
Looking at nothing is the best time to consider something. It might be the rough, weary somethings of your survival - bills to pay, dinners to cook, work to be done and other future abstracts that become less abstract as you approach them.
What about the bright, playful somethings that invite you along? Those sweet daydreams of the past and present. The sunlight as it filters through blinds onto your cold shoulder, the smell of food when your belly is empty enough to rumble for it, the bite against your cheek of a frost's wind, Earl Grey, lukewarm and with honey.
Personally, I like to think about the silence. The longer you listen to it, the louder it gets and I can hear silence rushing past my ears right now. A sea pounding at my eardrum, an unfocusing of my gaze and the sense that I'm not so tied up in my skin as I feel at times.
Silence and stillness can be good while they last.
But they do not last long.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Iblid.
