There are places
that do not ask us to explain who we are.
No performance.
No adjustment.
Only presence.
And for a moment,
that is enough.
To sit.
To breathe.
To be seen
without needing to be understood.
Nothing is required.
nothing is missing.
And in that quiet belonging,
we remember
what it feels like
to simply be.
— a reflection by Corvalya
Return to Where They Know My Name.
Notice what shifts.