"There is a desperate beauty in the first drop of rain, mirroring the exact moment a heart falls into its first love. As the water meets the thirsty earth, the scent that bleeds into the air is the lover’s truest confession—a sacred, overwhelming wave of their presence, sent to wrap around the one they adore, whispering the words that are too heavy for the tongue, but perfect for the soul."
when you see something unfolding before you open up your vision because smoking mirrors can blindside your eyesight 👀
Bridges Bridges across the river, who do you see in the mirror I see a woman with compassion, who can change shit into perception