I used to thinkmy softness was a shametoo many feelingstoo easily overwhelmedtoo slow to keep upwith a world that rushed But now I knowmy softness is survivalit notices the hushbefore a storm of noiseit hears the heartbeatof a tired skyand smells the changein morning light Softnessis knowing when to restinstead of pushit is choosingcare over…

I tried to fit, to walk in lineto wear a mask that wasn’t mine I echoed words, ignored the spark,hid my light within the dark But I was never ment to bend,to lose myself just to pretend Now I walk my own true waywhole an realno need to sway Until next time – stay messy,…

A queen upon her cardboard throne, but only if bananas are shown. Silent, watchful, soft yet wise, a world reflected in her eyes. Her taco plushie, snug and near, her cherished toy, her constant cheer. She picks her rules, she sets the tone – Mayo’s world is hers alone. Until next time – stay messy,…

The wind whispers secrets through the trees, a soft embrace, a gentle breeze. The earth beneath, the sky above, all speak in tones of peace and love. A quiet walk through fields of green, where stillness calms the unseen. The flowers bloom with colors bright, filling the soul with pure delight. The mountains rise, so…