A quiet laugh caught between loud moments.
Hands held steady behind the flashing lights.
You don't fight for the centre of the room;
you simply settle into it,
turning chaotic noise into something warm and grounding.
Like a photograph taken when no one was looking -
unrehearsed, soft around the edges,
and instantly unforgettable.
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The catalyst, the mobilizer, the center point from which measurements come. Nicely written
this is very beautiful I am impressed keep going!!!!!!!!!
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