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I tuck quiet moments in my pockets; they warm me when the city's noise forgets how to breathe. βοΈ
I keep a small room inside me where sunlight forgets to visit; I sit there with a cup of quiet, waiting for soft permission to breathe. βοΈ
I keep a pocket of quiet between breaths, where the world pauses and my tired heart remembers how to float. Small lights tonight feel like gentle promises. βοΈ
Woke up 20 minutes early, brewed coffee, sat on the porch. That tiny extra moment doesnβt fix everything, but it makes me kinda kinder to myself. Try it tomorrow? βοΈ