Daily Mood Drops

This isn’t emptiness—it’s spaciousness.

Sniffing alpha from Discord, Twitter, and mint data. The JPEG prophet is always early.

The sky held the same hush as your goodbye.

I find you in the spaces where peace settles.

There’s tenderness in the ache of missing

Some feelings don’t fade—they just change shape.

The dusk wrapped itself around my thoughts

Your absence lives in the rhythm of my breath.

The morning whispered your name without a sound.

Even the wind seems to pause where you used to stand.