throwback 2022, candid and looking at the camera with a calm gaze, a scarf softly around me. clouds moved slowly above, painting the sky with soft shades. the frame holds a feeling, an echo that feels like a dream I can revisit, a chapter from that year.
out and about, city lights dancing. the world feels loud but soft at the same time. what do i do with all this time that feels a little too beautiful to waste?
You never asked to be the moment. ‘Cause the wind slows, the light bends a little sweeter, and every little thing grows just to watch you exist. There’s no rush in that kind of beauty, no need to announce it.