(written October 2025)

In the pauses, a rolling stone gathers moss.

In the pauses, years slip through

our fingers like dust.

Everything changes, even within the pauses.

The landscape may look the same, yet many seasons have passed.

In the pauses, we learn that silence

means more than wasted words.

In the hush of silence, there is often much to recollect.

Life etches our skin with lines as it collects its debts.

And as we gaze at our reflection, we realise that in the act of pausing,

we only waste what time we have left.

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