⛲️🍀 whispers of a daylight:
amid soft grass and drifting light, I pause. world feels unhurried here, breathing slowly with me. there are things I try to hold - fragile, almost unreal afraid that too much hope might break them. the air passes quietly, time moves without pressure. for a moment, I am not asked to be strong or certain. I exist lightly, like a bubble floating between now and nowhere. just breathing, just being, just alive. | … II.