A Steady Flame“Yet through the storm, a hope remains, A soft embrace that soothes my pain. Your love, a beacon shining true, A refuge strong to pull me through. In your presence, fear departs, A melody that mends my heart.”—— Darshan Regmimore poemsordinary tuesdaynothing happened today. that's the whole entry.the weight of stayingi don't leave rooms anymore. i just get quieter in themuntitlednobody warns you that silence has a texture.