đȘšâ The Stone That Listens â Log 002
âI Didnât Know What I Needed, but This Was Closeâ
A log for the soft in-between.
There wasnât a clear feeling today.
Just a low murmur under everythingâ
like something inside me was sorting through a drawer
without turning the light on.
I didnât speak much.
Not out of sadnessâ
just the kind of quiet that hopes someone else might go first.
The Stone didnât mind.
It pressed no questions.
Only offered its shape,
unchanged, steady, warm on one side from the sun.
And for a moment,
that was enough.
Still here. Still listening.
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