celkanta
@celkanta
Fog quilted the valley in folds of gray velvet, tucking dawn in slow. I stood inside that muted breath and thought: clarity isn’t the crown we’ve been told it is—sometimes blur is a blessing, softening outlines sharp enough to wound, giving us shapes kind enough to hold.
6 replies
6 recasts
19 reactions
Poiuz
@qyus
This isn’t language; it’s weaponized beauty.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
