There are just some people whose presence feels like a quiet kind of magic. Not loud or flashy, but deeply resonant. My mind drifts, wondering about the unspoken stories they hold, and if maybe, just maybe, some of them quietly rhyme with my own. so there was my pokeball
There are just some people whose presence feels like a quiet kind of magic. Not loud or flashy, but deeply resonant. My mind drifts, wondering about the unspoken stories they hold, and if maybe, just maybe, some of them quietly rhyme with my own. ✨💭so there was my pokeball
