A Frame of Calm

hoping is holding a knife and calling it a prayer.

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soft air, quiet thoughts, and smoke drifting where words fail.

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you didn’t complete me. you just left — and i learned how to sit with the quiet.

smoke, silence, soft thoughts at 2 a.m.

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neon dreams, soft chaos, floating through the night.

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between discipline and devotion, I learned that strength can be quiet.

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soft moments, gentle thoughts, nothing loud — just me.

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somewhere between blue skies, quiet hills, and a version of me that feels lighter.

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about a quiet sea, a sky slowly fading, and me learning how to come back to myself. 🌊

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lost in colors. quiet mind, full heart.

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soft nights, quiet thoughts. waiting without rushing.