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I pick up a brush, the music starts to flow, a soft, steady rhythm only I know. The noise of the day begins to fall light, as colours wake up in the pale canvas white. The world fades away with each careful stroke, like silence appears every time I focus. The worries I carry, the thoughts in my head, drip down in the colours of blue, gold, and red. The song fills the room like a gentle embrace, and suddenly time starts to flow down its pace. No questions to answer. no voices to hear. Just paint, just music, just quiet in here. My brush starts to dance where my words cannot go, telling the stories I'm scared to let show. The things I can't say, the tears I don't cry, spill softly in colours I leave there to dry. And maybe the world still spins loud outside, with chaos and noise I no longer can hide. But here in this moment, with music and light I finally breathe in the calm of the light. For somewhere between every colour so bright, between every shadow and licker of light- I lose every weight that I carried all day, and slowly the world just drifts away, Just brush in my hand, soft music in flight- and a small piece of peace, in the middle of the night. 🖤🎨
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:41 AM UTC
When the World Goes Quiet
I pick up a brush, the music starts to flow, a soft, steady rhythm only I know. The noise of the day begins to fall light, as colours wake up in the pale canvas white. The world fades away with each careful stroke, like silence appears every time I focus. The worries I carry, the thoughts in my head, drip down in the colours of blue, gold, and red. The song fills the room like a gentle embrace, and suddenly time starts to flow down its pace. No questions to answer. no voices to hear. Just paint, just music, just quiet in here. My brush starts to dance where my words cannot go, telling the stories I'm scared to let show. The things I can't say, the tears I don't cry, spill softly in colours I leave there to dry. And maybe the world still spins loud outside, with chaos and noise I no longer can hide. But here in this moment, with music and light I finally breathe in the calm of the light. For somewhere between every colour so bright, between every shadow and licker of light- I lose every weight that I carried all day, and slowly the world just drifts away, Just brush in my hand, soft music in flight- and a small piece of peace, in the middle of the night. 🖤🎨
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:41 AM UTC
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