It's about not losing the first chance to share a glance -
when something is there, even in silence, it speaks.
It's about showing up as your finest self, even in places where nothing is meant to shine.
It's about using the right words to feel steady, sure,
even if that certainty leaves no visible trace behind.
It's about me - and no one else.
I's about the fact that I do not let myself drift with the river's current, and I do not remain in waters that only stand still.
Because the difference between moving with moving waters, and staying in still ones,
is the space between the dry riverbed -
and me,
pouring water into the stream already alive,
offering sunlight to waters at rest.
Not all betrayals are loud. Some come dressed as silence, as patience, as absence in the moment where presence was needed most. This piece holds the weight of what’s left unsaid when someone chooses to drift with the current instead of pouring into what already flows.
