i touched a sunflower π»
its gold spilling like sunlight through my fingers π»
and for a moment π»
the world was soft, π»
tilted, π»
breathing. π»
laughter curled around me, π
friends like wind through empty rooms π
reminding me π
i am myself again π
even when i forget. π
what i thought i needed π£
slipped quietly awayβ π£
and the lesson π£
was only this: π£
to hold, π£
to notice, π£
to be π£
in the small light π£
that was already enough. π£