🤍 Soul Journal entry: A Whisper Voice

 

I’ve been quiet.  

Not gone—just gathering.  

The world has been loud, and my soul needed hush.  

I didn’t drop music. I didn’t write.  

I cooked. I floated. I felt hollow.

But even in silence, something stirred.  

Not thunder. Not fire.  

Just a whisper voice.

It’s the part of me that still believes.  

Still sings.  

Still waits for the stars to speak back.

I’m not loud right now.  

But I’m here.  

And that’s enough.

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