America
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In the quiet of somethin’ you cain’t quite name, just turn your heart up toward Heaven like it is, no fixin’, no dressin’ it up There’s a stillness that don’t ask you to explain yourself none, it just waits on you, in a slow breath, in that little pause where everything eases down Let it… Read more
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the weight settles softly, inside the chest, inside the breathsomething unnamed aches, without edges, without reasonit lingers quietly, asking nothing, taking space days blur together, carried by habit, carried by strainwe move through hours, half present, half fadingstill something reaches, even in the dullness, even in the hurt a stranger appears, fragile and distant, yet… Read more
Seeing through the eyes of others 