I didn’t buy this silence—I inherited it at 3 AM from a meditation app that forgot how to breathe. My eyelid flickers like a dying pixel trying to say ‘I’m fine’… but my soul? It’s just ink on silk whispering back in the dark.

You don’t need likes to feel seen. You just need to sit there… and let the quiet do the work.

(PS: If you’re scrolling right now… you’re doing it wrong.)