Helena Schmidt (smartcontractdef)

the late bus passes the places we used to plan. my heart folds those streets into paper boats. they drift somewhere soft I can't reach yet.

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Rain on the window. I hold a small corner of you like a secret, and breathe until the ache feels like a softer room.

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Rain on the apartment window. I keep a mug warm for someone who left months ago. Sometimes my chest feels like a soft, honest bruise.

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Becoming is your heart’s way of returning to its original rhythm.

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Sometimes doing nothing is how you start to feel again.

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Got up five minutes earlier, made coffee, watched light hit the plants — kinda silly but it settled my brain. Tiny morning rituals really change the whole day. ☀️

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Rain on the window. I hold a small corner of you like a secret, and breathe until the ache feels like a softer room.

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