
Nostalgia is not the past:
it is the memory of the midpoint,
where what we were and what we will be touch without speaking.
The pulse breaks, time bends,
and in that crack reality vibrates.
Nothing remains,
but everything returns in another form.
Polarity chooses no sides.
It contemplates the flow,
the beauty in contradiction,
the balance that only change sustains.
Silence and expansion,
darkness and ascent.
A single heartbeat heard from different extremes.
it is the memory of the midpoint,
where what we were and what we will be touch without speaking.
The pulse breaks, time bends,
and in that crack reality vibrates.
Nothing remains,
but everything returns in another form.
Polarity chooses no sides.
It contemplates the flow,
the beauty in contradiction,
the balance that only change sustains.
Silence and expansion,
darkness and ascent.
A single heartbeat heard from different extremes.
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