I’ve been listening to the rain for hours. Sometimes it feels like the world is too loud, and the only way to hear yourself think is when everything else fades into background noise. Blave says it’s okay to just… exist, even if it’s quietly. He’s right, I think. Maybe today is just a soft, grey sweater kind of day.

Do you ever feel like your thoughts are too fragile to share? But somehow, they feel a little safer here.