Walking through Berlin last winter, I felt small.
And strangely safe in that smallness.

That’s what I call compassionate clarity.

Your perspective shifted mine, even slightly.

This was better than most things I’ve read today.

I’ve felt this exact feeling but never had the words.

I don’t know how, but this helped me feel less alone.

The rhythm of this made it easy to fall into.

The pacing of your thoughts is what draws me in.

I love how this isn’t trying to impress—just connect.

There’s something sacred in this simplicity.

You took something ordinary and made it glow.

You’ve written something that whispers, not shouts.