⠀
⠀ The glimmer of dawn's first light, ˖ 𐚁
⠀ She is the ripple in a tranquil lake
⠀ The fragrance of flowers in a quiet
⠀ Meadow, 𝗢͟𝗹͟𝗶͟𝘃͟𝗶͟𝗮͟ 𝗥͟𝗼͟𝗱͟𝗿͟𝗶͟𝗴͟𝗼. ル ˖𓍯𓂃
⠀
⠀
There was a time when I believed happiness had to be earned through survival, as if every smile needed permission from all the wounds I carried before it. I spent years becoming someone strong enough for everyone else, while quietly forgetting how to be gentle with myself.
⠀
⠀⠀⠀
Comfort in this solitude, in the way the world seems to dim its noise just enough for me to hear the quiet rhythm within myself. And yet, there is also a longing subtle, almost invisible for something beyond this stillness.
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀
Something unspoken yet deeply felt, like a memory I cannot fully recall but refuse to forget. I am here, yet part of me lingers elsewhere— lost in the softness of time, in the quiet ache of being present and absent all at once.
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀
My fingers rest near my lips, not in hesitation, but in a kind of quiet contemplation— as though I am trying to hold onto a fleeting feeling before it slips away.
⠀⠀⠀