This morning, I didn’t rise like fire.
I didn’t feel light or sharp.
Instead, I woke up inside a fog.
A slow, heavy kind of silence.
Why do I feel so far away from everything and still… like I’m standing at the very center?
Just because you can’t see the path
doesn’t mean it’s not there.
Sometimes, it pauses too—
just to breathe with you.
I didn’t create this blog to teach.
Or to guide.
Or to be anything more than a woman trying to stay with the truth.
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