beneath the quiet lights, he rests in his own little world, where time moves softly and the evening feels unhurried. a fleeting scene, yet somehow poetic, like a gentle pause between yesterday and tomorrow.
@Worthderful i convince myself that i’m ready to bloom again by remembering how far i’ve come. maybe i’m not completely ready, but i’ve learned that growing doesn’t mean having everything figured out. i just need to trust myself, take things one step at a time, and keep blooming in my own way