20幾年沒畫畫了✍🏼

On the edge, we stand
not always to fall,
sometimes just to be found.
Not by answers, not by noise,
but by the stillness
that sees us when no one else does.

When there’s nothing left to carry
but the quiet weight of being here,
unsure how to take the next step—
even then,
something soft holds space for us.
Something in the silence whispers:
you’re not alone.

🎨After two decades, I drew again.