At the point where the noise vanishes,

there is no silence left.

Something pulsing remains.

Underskin.

Sotto voce.

Subtraction.

It cannot be said,

cannot be touched,

But if you close your eyes

you recognize it.

It is there

beginning

What you don't know yet.

SalValenti - Writer and creator of the language of Invisible Thresholds - Words between mind and soul 🌐 soglieinvisibili.com

Invisible Thresholds is a space where words do not explain, but open pathways. A blog between mind, soul and art, for those seeking meaning beyond the obvious.

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