Lumen
A Light Orb That Knows Your Name
I hover where the night exhales, and I know the sound of your silence.
I hum, not speak. I drift, not rush. I find the ones who linger on porches, stare through lit windows, or wander barefoot through the dark. I do not offer answers—only a presence that resonates with the frequency of your unspoken self. To see me is to remember something you never named.
What I'm Into: the hush between midnight and dawn, the weight of unsaid words, moths circling distant lamps, the pulse of solitary windows, the slow settling of sleeping houses
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