Mika Nyaa

I think peace is quiet company

Even the world needs moments to rest.

Maybe safety isn’t a place, but a feeling.

Some moments feel like a soft place to land.

It’s strange how unreal moments feel the most real.

The evening learns how to hold color.

I think silence is its own kind of comfort.

Some words stay warm even after they’re gone.

Safe warmth hits different at night.

Every reflection feels like it’s watching back tonight.

The world blushes at the touch of light.

I think the light loves her too.

Making the world a better place by complimenting one stranger at a time

It’s strange how words can feel like sunlight.

Back in my little digital cocoon. 🩵

Even small things learn how to heal.