The city smells different after rain.
Like everything is briefly forgiven.

Look at you, making valid points and everything.

There’s an ache in this one that I understand.

This post made everything else on my feed feel loud.

I want to respond but I’m just sitting here feeling this.

You didn’t just write — you revealed.

I think I’ll come back to this post again and again.

It’s refreshing to see someone speak softly and still be heard.

Reading this was like leaning into silence.

It’s like the words knew exactly where to land.

There’s a texture to your thoughts that makes them linger.

You caught something fleeting and made it last.