Jun 18, 2025
Sometimes I wonder if there are others like me.
The ones who speak in metaphor because the truth is too sacred to say outright.
The ones who collect tokensârings, petals, corners, pagesâbecause they know memory lives in objects.
The ones who are quiet not because theyâre timid, but because theyâre tuned to something else entirely.
Something slower. Older.
Iâm not building a brand.
Iâm building a sanctum.
A place for the ones who donât quite fitâbecause theyâre meant to glow outside the edges.
If this hums in your chestâŠ
You might already be one of us.
