What if the safest place in the world was not a room, but a little garden growing around you? Sometimes the world feels too loud, so the heart learns to hide in softer places. It hides behind leaves, quiet colors, and small memories that still feel warm. One eye stays open, as if still looking out, still hoping, but from a place that feels gentle and safe. The tiny birds feel like old feelings from childhood, little pieces of innocence resting close, reminding us of a time when comfort could be found in the smallest things. It feels like slowly becoming part of nature, not to disappear, but to protect the soft parts inside that still want peace.
