Among meadow flowers, hoverflies mimic bees.
Wings flicker like nervous glances.
They land without threat.
Deception keeps them safe.

Who gave this photo permission to be so calming?

Constantly evolving, always learning, and excited to shape the future.

This post brought to you by existential dread

This didn’t slap, it tapped my third eye

You didn’t write over the silence—you wrote inside it.

Tell me you’ve healed without telling me

You gave the stillness another voice to rest in.

Your words were like soft wind against a glowing window.

That’s exactly what I hoped it might do.