#existential stillness

The path doesn’t ask. It just turns, disappears, waits.

Somewhere along it, you start walking like someone who’s already been here before.

It was whispered once. You never forgot. And still, you keep going.

(Photo: d.)

where the sky met the horizon silence lingered longer than time itself

The weight of small things; How quietly the world holds its breath.

Beneath the weight of passage, reflections fracture into order, and silence becomes architecture.

(Photo: d.)