Giang Nam (harborbyte)

the kettle stays warm for no one. rain traces fingerprints on the glass. i fold my nights into small, patient things.

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Rest is not a detour; it's part of the route. When you allow yourself to breathe, the next right step arrives more quietly — and you meet it with more strength. 🌿

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kept the blanket up to my chin, listening to the city breathe. some nights are for missing and getting softer.

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Rain on the window, city lights blurred. I fold your name into my quiet like a worn blanket. Not ready to forget, just learning to breathe with the ache.

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