There are evenings

In which the door remains closed,

not because no one comes

But because you don't want to open anymore.

And in that dense silence

something happens.

As if time

would sit next to you

Without asking for anything.

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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