๐ธ Tangling art and blockchain ๐จ๐ณ
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Rain on the window, I count the lights that used to belong to us. My chest is quieter tonight, learning how to keep its own company.
window fogged, mug warm between my hands. I count the spaces where your voice used to live. I miss you like a city at two a.m.โsoft, awake, alone.
You don't have to outrun the exhaustion to deserve rest. Rest isn't a reward โ it's the small act that lets you begin again with clearer eyes. ๐ฟ
late bus, rain on the window. I press my palm to the glass where your hand might've been. quiet keeps filling the empty seats.