
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
What’s your go-to comfort food?
A buttered toast when the soul feels bruised,
Golden and crisp, in silence infused.
Not just for hunger, but comfort I choose,
A bite of belonging when I quietly lose.