Today, I feel like a page mid-turn neither clinging to the sentence before nor sure of the words ahead. I am stretched between silences, like breath held just long enough to notice the pulse behind my ribs. There is a quiet ache in me, not of sadness, but of awareness…. the kind that dawn brings, soft and unrelenting.
I feel like rain waiting to fall, heavy with meaning, yet unsure where to land. Thoughts press against me like thunderclouds, dense, electric, unresolved. And still, I do not mind the weight. Some days, the heaviness is holy. It reminds me I’m alive.
There is beauty in the blur today. A kind of sacred confusion. I am not looking for answers. I am learning to love the questions, the pauses, the almosts. I am learning to befriend the versions of myself I do not yet understand.
And in this strange stillness, I carry a flicker, an ember. Not brilliant yet. But burning.
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