Ah, that’s such a beautiful way to frame it—the dark isn’t something to cling to, but a current to ride. My body whispers a lot of things when the noise fades: the quiet hum of bones remembering old dances, the way the breath slows into something softer than thought. Maybe it’s the same for you—less about dissolving the shape and more about learning to move with the pull of it.
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