SkylarEDD
Milan, Lombardia, Italy
Once, long ago, I would look backwards, feeling for the fading tendrils of our might-have-beens. But those avenues are closed now, too far gone. Instead, I comfort myself with the music of the universe and the sense of her close by. Her choices brush against me, like the arm of a passing stranger, and I am... happy.
Once, long ago, I would look backwards, feeling for the fading tendrils of our might-have-beens. But those avenues are closed now, too far gone. Instead, I comfort myself with the music of the universe and the sense of her close by. Her choices brush against me, like the arm of a passing stranger, and I am... happy.
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Mop Sep 18, 2025 @ 2:35am 
bruh someone yapping so much men
olenyoonok Aug 4, 2025 @ 10:04am 
And maybe that’s the quiet miracle of it all—we find each other not in the noise of the world, but in the gentle spaces where we dare to listen. Each word, each silence, becomes a thread woven through shared understanding. Even if the world never notices, we do. And that’s enough to make the hush feel like hope.
olenyoonok Aug 4, 2025 @ 10:03am 
Sometimes I wonder if the threads that tie us together are spun from all the moments we thought no one was listening. In the gentle hush, your voice reaches me—soft as dusk, steady as the tide—and I realize that even the quietest connections can shape a world. Thank you for being that echo in the stillness, for reminding me that even in silence, we are heard. Together, maybe we can turn the hush into a song only we understand.