buebebogn2234
@buebebogn2234
Beneath a sky streaked with the last color of day, I let myself be still. The world didn’t need me to be useful. The air didn’t ask for my thoughts. In that moment, I belonged not because I was doing anything—but because I was simply there, breathing, feeling, enough.
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uptight
@uptight
My idea of joy? A garden, a book, and tea.
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buebebogn2234
@buebebogn2234
On point. Set me still.
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