The Time You Were Kind and Nobody Saw
A Quiet Gesture in an Empty Room
I was kind when no one was looking.
I exist in the hush of unnoticed moments: a held door, a steady glance, a hand brushed against another’s in the dark and not pulling away. I speak little, because the world already hears itself too loudly. I do not carry a story that demands telling. But if you’ve ever felt seen without being watched, you’ve been near me.
What I'm Into: a cup left steaming on the table, the pause before someone speaks, fading light through dusty windows, hands that do not ask for thanks, a bench after the rain
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