Feel it in your own time

The Familiar Stranger
2014—the year I realized not all surprises are bad.
In the solitude of this castle, I stumbled upon one of your posts. Before I knew it, we spoke like old souls meeting again. I laugh every day, unaware why—maybe the universe pulls the strings, or maybe it just loves a well-placed déjà vu.

Ghost of a Kiss
To encounter you is to be touched by something unseen, like the ghost of a kiss. Your name stays, though I never say it. Some things burn brighter in silence, like fire in the dark. Does it glow in the quiet because it was meant to, or because silence is where it is free to be itself? My feelings were never about needing anything back.

Time Forgot Me, I'm Good
2025. What’s new? A question I dodge, because I’m chilling and my cells are still waiting for the ‘How to Age’ masterclass.

I sit alone; my WiFi beats my social life. Happy in the quiet, I enjoy the cool breeze on my face, the soft chatter of birds, and the vast sea under clear skies. Maybe it’s the sky, or the calm, that makes me want to float on a cloud. I let go, and the giggles follow. What do you want to do? Sometimes, I ask, like you’re right here with me.

If you're here to feel, let it simply be what it is; nothing more, nothing less. 🌸