At the dawn of another year, a realm of silence within me has stretched too far
Perhaps, within this newly birthed cycle
A spark of intellectual curiosity will ignite?
To be curious is to open the door to a thrilling exploration
A promise of a wild exhilaration that could stir the soul from its nocturnal slumber
Breathing life into the stillness of the night
What, then, is the core of this awakening?
The chains that once bound me, now glimpsed as a child's spinning top teetering on the brink of the countertop
A moment suspended
A breath held
Yet oddly liberated
The chains that once bound me, now glimpsed as a child's spinning top teetering on the brink of the countertop
A moment suspended
A breath held
Yet oddly liberated
Oddly liberated
To be curious is to open the door to a thrilling exploration
A promise of a wild exhilaration that could stir the soul from its nocturnal slumber
Breathing life into the stillness of the night
This fleeting dance between being and non-being is starkly apparent
A vivid display of the transient
To be curious is to open the door to a thrilling exploration
A promise of a wild exhilaration that could stir the soul from its nocturnal slumber
Breathing life into the stillness of the night
Breathing life into the stillness of the night
Breathing life into the stillness of the night
Breathing life into the stillness of the night