Our emotions are ours to tend.

None eligible to carry what isn’t theirs to hold. 

RS

I’ve learned how to stay without holding on.

Maybe that’s what peace feels like.

RS

 

I don’t reach out anymore.

The silence has learned to keep me company.

RS

Unfinished Work, Unsettled Mind

My head is crowded with too many ideas, while my hands are only two and time keeps slipping away. I can’t quite decide what should come first, should it be work? Life? Or something in between?. And here I am, sitting with my iced chocolate and cireng for company... and across from me, the air shifts with a scent that teases, quiet yet consuming, pulling my imagination into places I never planned to go.

Punala Caffe,

RS

Eremitism