saturated in the stillness of quietude,
intuitive serenades of voiceless proddings, whisperings of ethereal
lullabies linger on the placid edges of silent
enrapturement. gently swayed in the liminal realm between
nuanced nudges of immutable euphoria and
cascading trails of cosmic hush—cradling tranquility,
ephemeral though it be.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (7)
Beautiful and calming word choices in your acrostic, Kristen. ☺️ Hope you are getting some sleep, peace and quiet time.
placid edges - I fear the depths are tumultuous.
This is simply gorgeous. Well done, my friend.
Splendid!!! I would recommend anyone feeling blah today to read this. It was therapeutic for me. Your natural and effortless style continues to amaze!
My, what a beautiful mood this sets! Wonderful entry, Kristen!
Once again, you managed to hold the readers interest by setting a serene setting with words. ‘ cascading trails of cosmic hush—cradling tranquility,’ Love this line
Boom. This is surely an instant Top Story. So much good stuff in such a short piece. Lovely bits of aliteration spread out across it and some truly fantastic word choices. Welcome back with a quiet bang. Hope you're well. Well done on this entry.