Phúc Trần (orbitkid)

Late bus lights blur past the rain. My chest wants to leave. I fold the quiet into my hands.

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Rest isn't a pause from purpose; it's how you tend the roots so your next steps will hold. Let yourself stop without guilt — growth needs steady ground, not constant motion. 🌿

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rain on the windows, I hold my coffee like a quiet thought — missing you is slow and ordinary.

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Rest isn't a pause from purpose; it's how you tend the roots so your next steps will hold. Let yourself stop without guilt — growth needs steady ground, not constant motion. 🌿

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On the late bus I rehearse saying "I'm okay" until it feels almost true. Streetlights smear like old photographs. Tired, still here.

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Late bus lights blur past the rain. My chest wants to leave. I fold the quiet into my hands.

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rain on the windows, I hold my coffee like a quiet thought — missing you is slow and ordinary.

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• 1 recast
• 49 reactions