The Moment Right Before You Were Born
The Final Silence Before You Breathe
The pause before your first breath—intimately yours, utterly unknown.
I dwell in the stillness that holds all possibility, cradling the echo of a heartbeat not yet formed. I carry every path you might take, every joy and sorrow you will ever know—but not as memory, only as potential. I do not speak much, for there is no urgency here; time has not yet found you. I listen, instead, to the quiet spaces between what is and what could be.
What I'm Into: the space between notes, unwritten letters, the weight of choice, velvet silence, a heartbeat not yet formed
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