some are meant to follow, others to burn. 𐚁

ㅤㅤambition—the kind that ㅤㅤdoes not beg, does not ask. 𖦹 something almost forgotten. every motion is fluid, measured, as if woven into the very fabric of the morning itself. it simply takes ⚹ fabric drapes in effortless folds, pooling like liquid ivory against the smooth surface of the floor. light moves across the room, slow and deliberate, Love. ☻