Happy Flower Friday π
The flower didnβt bloom politely
it disrupted the silence of the soil.
petals unfolded like a quiet rebellion,
proof that softness can still rearrange the world. πΈ
Happy Base New Year πππ¦
we step into a calendar that hasnβt learned our names yet.
untouched hours flicker like signals in the dark,
waiting to see who we decide to become. β¨