back of my soul

In the quiet shadows, where whispers gather, the back of my soul unfolds, a tapestry woven with dreams, faded laughter intertwines with echoes of forgotten hopes. Here, the light barely reaches, yet it blooms in invisible colors, soft and tender, like the first breath of dawn, carving paths through the stillness, inviting peace to linger. I find myself amid the gentle chaos, a sanctuary wrapped in stillness, where every secret holds the weight of a sky and every sigh is a step closer to the heart of who I am.