Each piece tells a story that never quite ended,
like sentences left trailing off into silence. The
soft lighting, the muted colors, the glances caught
mid-thought — they all whisper of moments that
were beautiful in their incompleteness. There’s
comfort in the clutter, a delicate disorder that
mirrors the mind when it's full of feeling but empty
of answers.
We hold on to fragments — a look, a memory, a
streetlight blinking through tears — knowing we
can't stay, yet not quite ready to let go. In this
visual tangle of light and shadow, of softness and
steel, we find ourselves not in clarity, but in the
blur.
For now, let me stay a little longer in the warmth
of what once was — not to rewind, not to regret,
but just to remember.
like sentences left trailing off into silence. The
soft lighting, the muted colors, the glances caught
mid-thought — they all whisper of moments that
were beautiful in their incompleteness. There’s
comfort in the clutter, a delicate disorder that
mirrors the mind when it's full of feeling but empty
of answers.
We hold on to fragments — a look, a memory, a
streetlight blinking through tears — knowing we
can't stay, yet not quite ready to let go. In this
visual tangle of light and shadow, of softness and
steel, we find ourselves not in clarity, but in the
blur.
For now, let me stay a little longer in the warmth
of what once was — not to rewind, not to regret,
but just to remember.
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When someone makes you feel so loved. Makes you wanna give anything you have. Feel so safe and warm. Another day, another realize, there is Saturn in people.