#embracevulnerability #america #lostlovepoetry

They are gone. Like a train pulling away— no whistle, no wave, just the platform emptying itself of everything warm. I stand there, hands in pockets, feeling the rails hum long after the sound dies. No chase. No shout. Gone isn't a word. It's the space where your laugh used to b

#forest #forestspirit #nature 🏔️ #wild