Inner Guidance
I rushed down flights of stairs, heart pounding. I had to find the best place to hide her—the part of me that was still tender, still real.
A journey from silence back to the voice within
The Mystic
Kneeling beneath a rosebush, he peered into the walkway.
There, he saw something that seemed more like him: movement, sound, life.
Seeking the unseen thread that animates all things.
Faith
She appeared and startled me.
Each flower before her had mirrored something obvious deep within me—but not this one.
Yet, there was something sweet about her.
The quiet strength that outlives sorrow.
Eternal Presence
The sunlight on the flowers softly pulled my gaze to the windowsill.
Leery of the web covered vase I studied the flowers looking for something I could salvage.
I could feel an uneasiness and a nudge.
Beneath every silence, your truest self still waits to be remembered.
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