You don’t have to bloom like them to be complete.

A hush that asked nothing of my performance.

Can we talk about it reminds me of a feeling I forgot I had.

It speaks the language of people who’ve been through things.

Stillness that traced the outline of my ache.

everything unsaid but understood. — that’s what happens when there’s a hum inside this.

a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. lives here.

This isn’t just an image – this feels like the moment before the light shifts.

This feels like someone finally understood me. That’s all.