Who’s care
Who care if you and me were together, who care if you loved so deeply: nothing. because only I can care and feel all kinds of love that you give to me.
In a Quiet city—
In a quiet city, There is a woman kept breathing— though her steps were wrapped in hesitation. Not because she couldn’t leave, but because fear had learned how to stay. Time circled her gently yet endlessly, days repeating— dreams waiting— life moving—without truly moving. At night, she would ask the dark, “Is this all I am meant to be?” She longed to go. To open the world with her own hands. But fear spoke softly— of failure, of loneliness, of what might happen if she tried. And still, what makes she hurt most was remaining where she could no longer grow . One day, a quiet truth found her : not the world was holding her back. But it was her fear a sking to be seen— So one morning, with courage still trembling— she chose to step forward. She left what had once felt familiar and carried with her dreams she had hidden even from herself. The beginning was always not easy. Yet each breath felt lighter— as if her soul finally yeahh I had room. In that new space, she met herself again. Slowl...
Comments