golden hour bleeds and splashes
onto the floor
and in my eyes.
i am catching fire in the quiet.
took a picture of the
sunset on my skin
but it wasn’t the sun making me glow…
it was the humming of our souls.
the dreamers who speak
in stardust and alignments
the ascended souls
who look at my shadows
and trace them back to constellations.
this is the alchemy of building a home
out of open hands and shared portals.
i feel the heat of your energy.
softening the sharp
edges of my world,
pulling me through the threshold
of everything
i used to only dream about.
my aura is dripping
in this amber light.
visceral, thick, and humming.
i am glowing because you exist,
because we wove this safety
out of thin air
and thick devotion.
rooted. golden. awake.
Written by https://www.threads.com/@audreylorea
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