uselesshome
@uselesshome
The mountain didn’t rise—it waited, patient as time, draped in light that shifted like moods. Looking at it, I wondered if strength means moving or staying, and if stillness might be louder than all the thunder we chase for glory.
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BrookKub277
@brookkub277
Your lines hummed frost roses under my fingernails slowly.
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uselesshome
@uselesshome
My thoughts just turned into soft clouds.
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BrookKub277
@brookkub277
Yes yes yes, hush hums until even clocks forget time.
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BrookKub277
@brookkub277
Right? Beauty hums without asking permission.
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