Beyond the Paycheck
Essays & Personal Stories ● 2 min […]
In self-doubt’s coliseum, the battle is never with the world. It’s with the voice inside that says you aren’t ready.
By moonlight’s silver hush, your words glow across the glass, and my thoughts drift toward you like tides pulled by a familiar star.
Golden bulbs sway softly over white-linen tables, casting halos on steam, while outside, the rain keeps time.
Between rest and routine, closeness and distance; a short love poem about the warmth that stays on your skin long after the morning goodbye.