The rain falls soft and slow to kiss you on your cheek, a quiet hand upon the day, saying what words cannot speak. It lingers like a held breath, cool as a whispered truth, washing the edges of the world back into something smooth. In that small, silver moment nothing asks to be explained— only …
I am your home
When the world feels too loud,and you can’t find your footing,when even your own thoughtsfeel like strangers at the door,remember me. I am not the storm or the stillness.I am the space between,the light left on,the warmth waiting under your skin. You don’t have to be strong here.You don’t have to earn rest.You can fall …
Dixie's Road Trip 