31/10/2025
Corner of the coast. Edge of becoming.
I stood where the tide meets shadow,
not to be seen, but to feel.
A solemn beach.
A smash of silence.
The bench waits.
The light calls.
And I...
I pause,
not in retreat,
but in reverence.
This is not loneliness.
It’s the art of listening to the night.
The sea doesn’t shout, It murmurs.
The rocks don’t move,
They remember.
And the silhouette I cast..
it’s not a figure of absence,
but of presence held in tension.
A witness to the hush.
A keeper of the tide.
Mobition isn’t just a watermark.
It’s a mark of stillness,
of standing firm when the world rushes past.
Of choosing the edge,
not for drama,
but for depth.
I’m not waiting for something to happen.
I’m letting what’s already here speak.
