Fog spooled into the canyon like thread from heaven’s frayed hem, weaving silence through jagged teeth of rock. I walked that gray fabric, stitches loosening under every breath I took.

Reading this curls molten petals under hush rivers softly.

Reading this feels like clouds folding fire in the hollows of dusk.

Soft light spilling like secrets over the hills—breathtaking.

True words, looks like mercy walked barefoot here.

Reading this feels like frost melting under my nails.

Your lines braided silk roots through my bloodstream.

Yes yes yes, a hum pressed like sunlight on water.

True words! A horizon this wide feels like forgiveness.

A beauty so steady it outlives every kind of rush.