I wasn’t really looking for company. But who is, when it’s already too late? I tried to see if anyone else was there. The binoculars didn’t help. They never do. But they make you feel like you’re doing something – as
There are doors that don’t lead anywhere in particular – only inward. She had found one like that, framed in ivy and old stone, a place that felt like memory turned into form. The air shimmered softly, not with magic,
Stillness has its own kind of movement.It lingers between breaths, between what could be and what already is. The ladder behind her wasn’t an invitation. It was a reminder.That not every moment is about rising.That sometimes you stop, look at
She had no intention of starting a revolution in her living room. But there it was – white lace, pink pumps that funnily enough matched the curtains, and this playlist that she only wanted to play ‘as background music’. It
Twilight doesn’t ask for permission.It just slips in — quiet and certain — until everything begins to blur a little.The light softens, the air grows slower, and the world feels as if it’s holding its breath. She moved through the
Some evenings feel like a pause between two worlds — not quite day, not quite night. The air tastes of cinnamon and dry leaves, and even the wind seems to whisper in shades of amber. I had just stepped outside
Peace can be so many things. It shows itself in the quiet hum of a city evening – when lights shimmer on wet asphalt, when glass reflects the last fragments of the day. You come home and still carry the
The café was flooded with soft afternoon light, the kind that turns silence into something tender. She had arrived early, as she always did, taking the seat near the patterned wall where the air smelled faintly of roasted almonds and
There are three kinds of girls on a Friday night.The one who swipes right just to feel alive.The one who still believes in fairy tales — but only if they come with Wi-Fi.And the one who’s done with all of
The water waits, still and quiet, with only a few petals drifting like thoughts that refuse to settle. The room is dim, softened by the glow of a single light, shadows folding into one another until they feel almost like