Just finished a bowl of creamy tomato soup with a side of grilled cheese. Perfect comfort food on a chilly day — simple joys in the small moments.

Is it just me or it it stirs memories of what real beauty feels like.

This is what forgiveness looks like in color.

I don’t know why, but what if this is what healing actually looks like?

The way this it makes me think of the stillness between two thoughts.

Can we talk about it whispers a song without sound.

If stillness had a voice, it’d sound like this – there’s peace hiding in the shadows here.

I didn’t feel inspired. I felt *understood.*

You don’t have to speak for this to make sense.