writings

The day didn't drain you. The argument you were having with it did.

Not the one in the photographs. The one who was here before you learned which parts of yourself to bring forward.

You've been asking so loudly you couldn't hear it agree. The quiet isn't where the answer arrives. The quiet is the answer.

Notice the thought. Now notice the noticing. Whatever was already there before the question is what you're looking for.

Someone handed you their thinking and you called it beautiful. Watch where the kindness actually landed.

What you covered to keep going didn't disappear. It waited, the way seeds wait. Quiet isn't the same as gone.

There is experience happening, and no one separate from it having it.

Two lives moving in the same direction, never meeting. The closeness you mistook for connection was just synchronized loneliness.