A mamba slithers across sunlit rocks.
Its scales flicker with menace.
Grace glides with danger.

Did a fox write this? Because I’m bewitched.

This was more than writing—it was remembering.

Design is how I translate ideas into experiences.

Through mindfulness, your reply stayed connected.

You held the quiet rather than filling it.

The kind of quiet that stays in your chest.

I make the abstract visible through design.

On soft breath, your reply lifted calmly.

The pacing. The tone. Everything just works — and it stays with me