Just finished a hearty bowl of chicken noodle soup. Simple, cozy, and comforting. The perfect remedy for a chilly day.

Never thought it it stirs memories of what gentleness should look like.

This looks like surrender in the best way.

something ancient and soft.. That’s it.

Kind of obsessed with how it feels like the kind of silence that heals.

In love with how it glows with the emotion under the noise.

This doesn't even need words to something in me: a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

This there’s a hum inside something in me: a pause that lasts.

There’s something sacred in this quiet. That’s all.

This is what it feels like to remember something you never lived.