In one’s quiet room

…mutuality is heard, unites us like an invisible underground tunnel. Our oneness is like an energy that comes back and forth, unbreakable, endless, no matter how far we are, no matter how many thousands of miles set our bodies apart, this energy is what defined us, what will justify our memory. Blissful nourishment flows within our bodies. One.

In one’s quiet room, promises unmade cannot be broken. Words ain’t spoken. In our quiet room, we will always be one. After all… memories are “stories we keep telling ourselves”

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