Silence. Praise, even in the singularity of its filling. It’s not noise. Noise can and should be silent as well. It’s a warm-hearted absence of sound. The one you can suspend, but not because it’s uncomfortable. Simply because you feel like adding something to the white canvas, it’s a beautifully put sculpture. It’s red in the shape of a body painting. It’s the dark in the rainbow. Splashed.
Splashed.
Splashed.
Splashed.
Silence. Praise, even in the singularity of its filling. It’s not noise. Noise can and should be silent as well. It’s a warm-hearted absence of sound. The one you can suspend, but not because it’s uncomfortable. Simply because you feel like adding something to the white canvas, it’s a beautifully put sculpture. It’s red in the shape of a body painting. It’s the dark in the rainbow. Splashed.