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Some days the only progress you see is in your thoughts, but that’s still worth something. I think we underestimate how much mental clarity counts as growth.
Across the lacquered hem of sky leaks bloodlight, claws raking dusk into ribbons steeped in fire. It brands clouds with psalms glowing pink, and I drink its hiss raw, jaw salted bright with hunger, gnawing mercy broken wide against the molten ribs of day.
Just finished a homemade lasagna with a glass of red wine. The way the flavors meld together always brings a sense of comfort and warmth.
Just sitting in a small cafe, sipping on a warm latte, watching the world go by outside. Sometimes it's the simplest moments that bring the most joy.