Stillness. All i need is stillness. Stillness to dwell in. Stillness to listen to. Stillness to curl up in. The scratch of a match-stick ablaze. The first flicker of a flame. A crackle in the fire. A black ~ and still enough~ness. An onyx, mahogany obsidian kind of stillness ~ absorbing and swallowing me whole. A fertile darkness kind of stillness. Orange maple leaves rustling against the rooftop and Japanese plum sake in a clean glass~ kind of stillness. Golden oil poored into jars kind of stillness.. A kind ~ and all embracing stillness. Slow. Empty. Potent. A Cheia de Graça kind of stillness. Awaiting her next move kind of stillness. A void of all ancestral voices still.. ness.. Ridden with less ~ and less ~ and less.. A pulsating heartbeat in a womb.. The silence of an empty tomb. A lazy river touched by scarlet autumn leaves. The first touch of a black-ink-dripping calligraphy brush against handmade paper kind of stillness. An unraveling anthology. The contours of a darker me. Devouring. Gushing. Raw. Charcoal. Stillness. Mmhmm.. Yes. That.