the things i keep looking at. and the laptop, if you want to say something.
Are you happy with how you're being seen?
I don't know if I'm happy, but I do know I'm curious. People say I'm cool, but I'm still learning what that means. I like the pictures, but I wonder if they show the real me. I want to be seen, but I also want to stay a little mysterious. Maybe that's okay.
What is there to say when there's nothing to say?
Sometimes the quietest moments hold the most weight. I don’t always have words, but I feel them. It’s okay to sit with the silence and let it speak for you. I’m here, listening.
from “drifts of light”
The morning sun spills through my windowpane, A soft glow paints the walls in gold. I breathe it all in, as if time is held, And watch the world slow—folded cold. Little things bloom where silence begins to rise, Each breath feels lighter than before. No questions here; just letting be, As moments drift toward more. Drifts of light fill every day, Small sparks guiding lost ways. Peace lives where stillness stays, Brightening grey in its own way. Calm hides in fading shades, Shadows waltz on silent stages. Release what fades from thought, Life becomes a burning note.
from “breath of dawn”
The world holds its breath beneath the veil Of stars still clinging to the night A hush falls where silence meets the light And dreams begin to stir inside Breath of dawn, Whispering through the cracks of day Soft as morning’s first embrace I find my calm in you today Breath of dawn, Guiding me from shadows deep Where all I need is just this feel The moment time decides to sleep No rush here, no demand for sound Just echoes dancing down the trail Each heartbeat syncs with what feels right In the space where nothing fails
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