(20/11) And happy Children’s Day to us, a little reminder that no matter how much we grow, there’s always a part of us that stays young, curious, and full of hope. 🫀

Ashes of a forgotten heart, they were never truly lost; it was the path that drifted away from them. Their mind is overflowing with thoughts, each one desperately trying to find an escape from that shadowed labyrinth, reaching for a light they’re no longer sure exists.

But will they collapse completely into the withering of hope? Even as others whispers: “Your friendship is the quiet warmth I never knew my fractured soul needed.” If home ever had a color, it would be a dim red—glowing, steady, beating like a pulse that refuses to disappear. They run together, searching for a way out of the life that keeps trying to swallow them whole, @phuwinside.

Presence is like a weak flame of something that no longer knows why it remains, not to live, but to quietly burn in the light; not to hurry, but to give itself fully to every moment it can't avoid.