this is a place of unadulterated quietness - the queer kind of quietness that emanates when the lift door closes in a crowded place & inhibits your breathing space: you are entrapped, but the feeling of safety anchors your soul & you feel claustrophobic no longer.
this is quietness that is borne from a feeling of rest - that is birthed from hope, not resignation.
this is quietness that carries you out to sea & swallows you whole - but you float instead of fight, & avail yourself to be eaten whole.
this is the kind of quietness that is gentle & yet demands to be heard,
the kind of quietness that is of the heart & cannot be simulated, nor replicated
on whim.
this is the quietness of hope.
(87 days, but You are my quietness; You are my Hope)
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