Life hasnt come to a pause, only the routine has.. The wide room sees her nestled cozy in a blanket, the curtains are drawn..
Theres silence. Silence of a friendship that had built over the years. The echoes of midnight calls – the cries of insecurity, visiting a cemetery quietly and offering flowers to a friend who was gone..
Theres silence. Silence of family that you spent a life time with.. The echoes of the gurgling sounds, the squeaky shoes in which you learn to walk, the degrees that you wear on your shirt that make you tall..
Theres silence. Silence of love .. The love thats more seductive than the flowers & diamonds.. The work that gives you strength & space to connect..
She continues to breathe.. And perhaps she is the most herself in these paused moments.. Because she reflects..
