
I’m not forgotten, just at rest,
A breath between what’s next and best.
Some wheels must stop to realign,
To find the road that feels like mine.
Simi
Through Adi’s lens

I’m not forgotten, just at rest,
A breath between what’s next and best.
Some wheels must stop to realign,
To find the road that feels like mine.
Simi
Through Adi’s lens

The sun bows low in skies of gold,
Where silence speaks, and light unfolds.
An evening paused in a gentle frame,
Framed in stillness as night lays its claim.
Yet in each ending, something starts
A quiet glow that stirs our hearts.
Simi
Through the lens of Arca