The speed of silence is a heart beat.
The age of fear is an indrawn breath.
The color of happiness is sunshine.
The depth of mischief is the tall grass.
The light of sorrow is a raging fire.
The beat of madness is a quick dance.
The stroke of loss is a slow blade.
The field of wonder in an oak tree.
The gap of mind is a broken shutter.
The illusion of hope is a closed box.
Only Schrödinger’s cat knows.
1 comment:
Oh Monica, this is brilliant! Thank you so much. I so get this. I love that cat!
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