Borrowed Eden
We spend our lives designing walls strong enough to keep the world outside.
Then one place quietly reminds us that beauty has always entered through what we failed to control.
Rain.
Salt.
Stone.
Silence.
None of them ever asked for permission.
Perhaps paradise was never something we discovered.
Perhaps it was something we stopped interrupting.
For a fleeting moment,
the sea borrowed the architecture,
the architecture borrowed the sky,
and I borrowed enough silence
to remember who I had been before the noise found me.




















































































