Stille wird Kunst

When your therapist says ‘just breathe’, but you’re out here whispering to water… Cheryl didn’t pose—she was the pause between heartbeats.

Art isn’t loud. It’s the kind of silence that makes your phone buzz… and then dies quietly.

I’ve seen 1000 Instagram posts of people screaming for attention.

She? She just… existed.

You ever felt beauty without sound? Comment below: did you also miss the noise?