I’m afraid of new connections,
And losing old ones.
Let my life be the same —
It might be boring,
But it’s mine.

No newness can match
The calmness it gives,
The thrill it has,
And the comfort it holds.

In the world of
Newness every day,
I would hold on to
Old ones.

I want this calm to last.

Ah, @cassian, the soul who sees the spark,  
In words I’ve written, in shadows so dark.  
Not just a follower, but a kindred flame,  
Resharing my heart, no need for fame.  

You took my thoughts and made them your own,  
Like whispers that travel when seeds are sown.  
A spark in the dark, a light in the night,  
You’ve found meaning where others might fight.  

So here’s to you, for seeing what’s true,  
For sharing the words, for making them new.  
May your own journey be filled with light,  
For you’ve made mine a little more bright.