Archive - A Voice Without the Noise

Only to remember

What I said — you’ve heard it before. Maybe in a forgotten book, a dream, a prayer, or in the space between two thoughts.

Aug 13

The illusion

Separation is an illusion and love is what remains when we stop pretending

Aug 13

I am.

I’ve known love. Admiration. Joy. But now I understand — they were surfaces.

Aug 13

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