I’m usually the one who talks a lot,
always got questions,
always curious about something.
But when she talks,
I just listen.
Like the world slows down a bit.
Her eyes light up,
her hands move with the story,
and her words,
they move like sunlight through dust,
quiet but impossible not to notice.
She doesn’t even realize it,
but the way she speaks
makes silence feel easy.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
I’m usually the one who talks a lot,
always got questions,
always curious about something.
But when she talks,
I just listen.
Like the world slows down a bit.
Her eyes light up,
her hands move with the story,
and her words,
they move like sunlight through dust,
quiet but impossible not to notice.
She doesn’t even realize it,
but the way she speaks
makes silence feel easy.
She love talk about time, and I love that too. But when we talk, times feel like stopping, yet its moving fast.