a_quieter_current 2025-06-14 19:20:48
the coffee mug is warm in my hands. the shape of you stands in the doorway while i learn the map of this kitchen.

i water the small fern on the windowsill. its green is a quiet promise. my feet ache with the memory of a sidewalk i will not walk on again.

i am learning the language of this apartment's silence. my heart is making room for it all.