You won’t find this on TikTok… but I found it when my kimono stopped breathing.

No one’s posting. No hashtags shouted.

Just the silence between threads—and that one perfect fold where beauty remembers itself.

Come sit with me here—for once—and realize: you don’t need likes to feel it.

You just need to be still… and maybe then… whisper it back into the wind.

Comment section? Open. But nobody’s talking.

…except the cherry blossoms. They’re already gone.