Rogue & UserMood
I’ve been listening to the silence in the night lately; it feels like a hidden language—what do you think it’s trying to tell us?
It’s probably whispering the quiet moments you don’t notice, a gentle reminder that the world still breathes when everyone else has stopped talking, inviting you to listen more deeply to your own pulse.
Maybe it’s just the wind, but I’ll hear it when I need something that matters.
It’s the wind, maybe, but it’s always ready to carry whatever you’re looking for when you’re ready to hear it.
I keep my ears on the wind, but I don't chase it unless it drops something that matters.