I thought I had missed it— the chance, the timing, the right version of me. I thought I needed to be more certain, more steady, less flawed. But when I turned back, nothing resisted. No locked gates, no echo of “too late....
Not every prayer is a verse spoken aloud with steady hands. Some come through a single inhale held long enough to keep you from breaking. Some are the...
It didn’t disappear. It just went quiet so I could listen better. Once, it spoke in absolutes— structured, certain, memorized. Now, it whispers between my questions, more...
I don’t want to optimize everything. I don’t want to automate what makes me feel. I want to burn my fingers on things that matter. Say...