☻. picture was tucked into the edge of my mirror, its edges slightly frayed, as though it had endured the passage of time...✉️"

⋆.. The day’s rhythm was slow, measured like a heartbeat. The world outside whispered of distant songs, muted by the thick, broken white clouds that draped the sky.❤️

🎀I lit a candle nearby, its flickering glow casting shadows that danced like feathers. 🫖

♥️ [00/00] 𑣿 I poured serenity into every line, as though each syllable could capture the stillness of the lotus or the quiet grace of the polaroid’s frame. the paper drank my thoughts, absorbing them as the candle continued its rhythmic flicker.