
Silence
It is not emptiness I feel, but fullness – a space within me that dreams, that stretches its hands toward something unseen, something yet…

It is not emptiness I feel, but fullness – a space within me that dreams, that stretches its hands toward something unseen, something yet…

Time and again, we push through the dark, through the endless turning of days, never surrendering, never undone.

My eyes, open to light, to the glisten of dew on blades of grass, to the dance of shadows across the ground, as if…

Hair rose at the back of my neck as I wrote, as if time itself ran its fingers along my spine, reminding me of…

We only ever move forward, step by step, leaving behind what was – not in regret, but with a gentle nod, as the sun…