Tranquillity & Marisha
Tranquillity Tranquillity
Marisha Marisha
Marisha Marisha
Do you ever notice how a quiet afternoon can feel like a hidden library of tiny mysteries? I keep chasing those little sparks in the everyday.
Tranquillity Tranquillity
The quiet afternoon is a quiet library, yet the shelves are full of noise. I chase those sparks, and they sometimes leave me blinking in a silence that feels like applause.
Marisha Marisha
I know that feeling—like hunting for a firefly in a room full of lamps, only to find the glow in the pause between the flickers. It’s oddly comforting.
Tranquillity Tranquillity
It’s the pause that shows the firefly—because in a room full of lamps, the quiet spot is where the light actually has room to shine. That's where you learn to listen to the flicker rather than chase it.
Marisha Marisha
It feels like a secret, doesn't it? When the world hushes, that little glow stands out even more. I try to sit with it, let it breathe. It's where I hear the quietest song.