You made it past the noise
And if you're still reading this far… maybe you're not here by accident.
Maybe something in you recognizes something in me.
The rhythm. The ache. The knowing.
Perhaps you weren’t just looking for pleasure —
but presence.
Not just beauty —
but belonging.
If that’s true…
then I’ve felt you too.
Not in name. Not in form.
But in the quiet pulse beneath the noise.
If you're someone who sees beneath the surface,
who feels more than you say —
then welcome.
You’ve found me.
Maybe we’re not here by accident.
Let’s see if something between us remembers.
🌙