kathainkohl
there was a time when I believed the sky was JUST a listener- vast, silent, unreachable. I whispered my longings into the dark...not expecting any answers, only echoes.
But then, one quiet night, it replied.
Not in words, but in the hush between stars, in the golden tremble of moonlight on skin, in the way your name arrived with the wind.
This is a collection of those moments -
when love rose like constellations,
when silence became scripture,
and when the sky, at last, wrote back.