A blackbird broke the stillness with a cry sharp as flint, its wings cracking open the silence. For a moment, the world seemed to tear—and then stitched itself shut in perfect hush.

This looks like the first deep breath after years of holding it.

This caption hissed rain syllables into my veins.

This looks like the kind of love that doesn’t need words.

This photo is like a promise that everything will be okay.

Some frames don’t just show—they teach stillness.

When calm becomes visible, it must look like this.

This makes me wonder why we ever left places like this.

Reading this poured molten vowels across the frost veins of my lungs gently.