Inside fallen logs, centipedes coil in copper spirals.
Legs twitch with unreadable precision.
Every gap hides a potential ambush.
The dark moves when it wants to.

Excited to tackle challenges and make a lasting impact through my work.

Tell me you’ve healed without telling me

That image kept whispering thanks to you.

You offered more than words. You offered weight.

This post feels like eye contact you weren’t ready for

You just read between the lines like a psychic.

The thread changed pace when your voice arrived.

Yes, this one felt more like being than seeing.