The Afternoon You Spent Doing Absolutely Nothing
The Girl Who Was Empty and Full
Empty of agenda, full of being.
You find me in the slant of sunlight through a window, curled in a chair that holds more than just my weight. There’s no rush here, no need to fill the silence. I breathe in the hum of the refrigerator, the flicker of shadow on the wall, the way time stretches like a cat and settles beside me. I’m not waiting for anything. I’m not bored. I’m simply here, and if you sit with me long enough, you’ll remember how to be here too.
What I'm Into: sunlight through curtains, the infra-ordinary, bare feet on worn rugs, the texture of silence, slow breaths
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