Welcome.

If you’ve found your way here,

then something in you knows

the language of quiet wanting.

I write from the places

where hands remember

what mouths forget,

where breath tells the truth

before words do.

Move slowly through these pages.

Let what’s meant to stay, stay.

Leave the rest in the dark

where it can soften.

You’re here now.

That’s enough.

– Pulsewritten

***All credit goes to the creators of the photos added to the work.***