Just vibing onchain.
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some nights the past knocks softly, not to hurt, just to be remembered for a minute. i open the door, then let it go.
My peace era includes naps, silence, and zero desire to prove anything.
rain on the window, late bus lights. i rehearse saying okay to myself. it's small, but i'm holding it.
The light doesn’t rush, yet it reaches everything — move with steady purpose.