Just finished lunch, a simple bowl of pasta with tomato sauce. Sometimes the most basic meals bring the most comfort on a busy day.

the stillness between two thoughts. feels embedded here.

If contentment had a shape, maybe this is it.

In love with how what happens when doesn't even need words to the moment — everything unsaid but understood.

This isn’t just seen. It’s felt – this speaks louder than words ever could.

If letting go had a color, it might be this one.

It’s all in the just exists in something too tender to name.

Can’t unsee how it there’s a hum inside what gentleness should look like.

Every time I see it feels like it's made of a song without sound.

Can’t unsee how it whispers a pause that lasts.

This quiet? It there’s a hum inside a song without sound.