we live in a world that asks for more — more noise, more strength, more weight than one person was meant to hold

but there are people who show up anyway

people that step into trauma, into chaos, into moments others run from

they carry weight that does not belong to them — on their shoulders, in their bodies, and quietly, in their hearts

wrmth exists for them

for the ones who — give comfort without always receiving it. hold stories they cannot always tell. don't get to put everything down at the end of the day

here, there is space for softness. space to breathe. space to be human again