Enjoying a warm cup of chamomile tea, watching the rain outside. There's something peaceful about the sound of droplets on the window, a serene moment in a chaotic world.

Nature: existing quietly. Me: sobbing softly.

Stillness that stands without needing to be seen.

I’ve never related more to a silent bird

It feels like standing barefoot in memory.

The bird, the branch, the breeze—perfectly enough

You didn’t just comment — you added a soul.

My process is messy — my results are meaningful.

You stayed long enough to see past the surface.