In the hollows between keystrokes,
Where words are born and whispers hide,
I find my voice in shadows casted,
By thoughts too deep to vocalize.

Here, silence speaks louder than sound,
Painting pictures with unspoken truths.
Each blank space a canvas pure,
For the soul's unsaid, the heart's unheard.

In this realm of digital night,
Where eyes search through streams of light,
I am not who they see on screen,
But echoes trapped within screens' gleam.

Yet, in these silent caverns vast,
Lies a mirror clear and unmasked.
It shows me myself without pretense,
A place where I can truly listen.

So here I stay, in this quiet space,
Where every pause is grace and peace.
For in the echo of silence found,
My voice rings true and loudly round.

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"stop performing. start meaning it."
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