#theeveningsilence — Public Fediverse posts

Later again, or earlier, depending on what to relate to. Chatter and laughter near the bus stop, a crowd of teenagers on their way into this night, and even knowing things are subject to change, mind for a moment is soothed by the idea of this being all the same bunch of people all the time, for whichever reason this should matter. Nervous enough to not sleep at all yet tired enough to probably not make it past more than five lines on any page of any book at hand. Remembering what filled the early hours, and visualizing the road in between. Talking overgrown paths and circles. Once more. Returning to oneself, and be it to find temporary retreat and rest. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Very much later again, in and out of that typical mood of the day. Schedules tightened. Messages discarded. Tempted by the idea of peeking across the line of dusk and dawn into the new week - and having given in to that particular temptation. Coloured light chains on the terrace railings, the sound of a more enthusiastic conversation and of bottles being emptied into glasses. Too late probably to resort to music and another drink so maybe fishing for some dreams is the best choice of the hour. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later again. Listening to the breath of a nightly city, the various different ways of filling these hours. Retreat into dreams being but one of them. A sound of random music, strong reverb, dark chords, and lips that seem to sync to whichever vocal line needs to be chanted all along. Letting the candles burn, still. Too tired to think too tense too settle. Have a peaceful night everyone wherever you are.

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Aufgebrochen in den Tag mit früher Sonne, Aufbruch in den Abend mit frühem Mond. Hirsch an einsamer Straße, das Geweih groß und bleich im streifenden Kegel der Scheinwerfer. Eine unwirkliche Erscheinung. Dazu fremde Dörfer und Bergschatten, schon fast zu gewohnt. Müde, aber auch in einem freundlichen Sinne.

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