ink sprawled across the page
like tangled thoughts
half-formed and electric
in the chaos of scribbled lines
whispers of clarity surfaced
only to disappear again
leaving faint traces of ideas
that almost were
New Day
the first light spills over the horizon
brushing the world awake
shadows retreat
and the air stirs with a quiet hum
as if the earth itself
is stretching into the day
in the soft glow
everything seems possible
and for a moment
time itself holds its breath
Just a little of my photography
Beautiful interlude
you were a season of light
in my days
a beautiful interlude
where everything seemed to pause
in its perfect place
the world felt softer with you
each moment brighter
like we were two notes
in a song
that only we could hear
and though time moves on
I will always carry the warmth of you
my most beautiful chapter
Happy Sunday
Hey everyone! Happy Sunday. I hope you all had a wonderful day. I’d love to hear how your day has been. I’ve been doing some things around the house, laundry, and lots of blogging. Here is a picture of me just before baking some homemade bread!
Anyway, I just wanted to say hi and wish you all a wonderful week ahead! May good things come your way, and remember to make the most of every moment.
Much love,
Jennifer
Unbroken lines
a steady rhythm
of black and white
each stark and silent
whispered tales of contrast
light against dark
empty against full
together they shaped a boundary
yet held glimpses of something beyond
in their beautiful simplicity
the wall bore the weight of unity
a monochrome harmony in quiet
unbroken lines
The ghost of time
time is a silent thief
slipping through unnoticed cracks
it steals moments before we realize their worth
turning laughter into echoes
and memories into shadows
we grasp at its passing
but it slips like sand through fingers
leaving behind only the ghost of what was
what once seemed endless
is now a faint whisper
reminding us that nothing stays
and time takes everything
My reflection
I catch glimpses of myself
little fragments in the mirror
I see someone
both familiar and strange
the face holds stories
some clear
some blurred
and others yet to be told
there’s a comfort
in the known lines
a restlessness
in the unfamiliar shadows
my reflection changes as I do
revealing not just who I’ve been
but hints of who I might become
every single glance
asks me the same silent question
are you the person you thought you would be
Gravity Within
I hear the whispering
of your name
in my chest
intertwined with the beating
of my heart
where the fragility
of a second
feels like a lifetime
and in one single moment
I feel the entirety
of your love
where we are unbound
by gravity
Shattered
the past lingers like shards of glass
cutting where memories are still tender
broken shadows gather in corners
slipping between moments like ghosts
each step forward tugs at hidden wounds
where echoes of voices
whisper in the stillness
it is a quiet ache
a reminder that what was shattered
cannot be pieced back
it remains a haunting within
stitched to the bones
fading but never truly gone
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