⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✶ inked in stillness
a name carved in the hush of passing hours,
drifting between fingertips and silence,
never quite called yet always known.
this space, once held close, now loosens its grip.
no farewell, no urgency.
only the soft offering of something once held dear.
perhaps, in your hands, it learns a new rhythm.
perhaps, a new story waits to unfold.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ under the quiet trail of @lilithtag
a name carved in the hush of passing hours,
drifting between fingertips and silence,
never quite called yet always known.
this space, once held close, now loosens its grip.
no farewell, no urgency.
only the soft offering of something once held dear.
perhaps, in your hands, it learns a new rhythm.
perhaps, a new story waits to unfold.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ under the quiet trail of @lilithtag
