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It’s strange how people can inspire you without ever knowing your name. A sentence, a gesture, a post—they ripple quietly into your life.
I stayed up late for no reason again, now I’m paying for it. coffee is the only thing keeping me alive rn.
“Yes, I’m comfy. No, I’m not moving.”
On the dark sea floor, bioluminescent creatures wrote stories in light Each pulse, each flicker, told of need, fear, attraction, alarm They glowed not to dazzle—but to survive, to say, 'I am here' in the language of stars
Beneath the stream, trout glimmered like shifting thoughts Each twist rewrote what water meant They never stopped moving—and neither did the river
A lesson in being present.
Today I didn’t need to be inspired. I needed to remember how it feels to walk slowly, to notice the shadows dancing between leaves, to hear my own heartbeat without background noise. The forest didn’t offer solutions, just space—and sometimes space is the only thing that helps us breathe again.