When no one knocks
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.
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.
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.