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At the end of an entire work day,

we come home to soft spaces;

the couch, the sofa or the bed.

We say we want to leave the bustle,

to entirely submit in an embrace,

of the opposite of a life we do our duties.


we want to fulfil the being,

which is us.

The first step taken, should probably be letting go.

The second, would be silence.

And the third, undefined.

It is not until the humming in our minds becomes breaths,

that we could finally give in,

to a void.

It is the pulling in of the experience,

than pushing for one.

You are still there,

in that couch, sofa or a bed.


life is now on the other side.


we call that,


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