What I Can Hold - Less “if.” More “here.”

By: Photocallshutter Published on: 22/09/2025

Cool air. A hint of smoke. The moon looking back. I stood there and let the silence do what it does. My chest loosened. Not healed. Just a little less tight. I could finally hear my own breath. I watched it in the cold, a small cloud rising and fading. It made the night feel simple again, just breath, just ground, just sky.