In this fifteen, we don’t fix each other. We witness. We don’t demand. We offer. You hand me a laugh like a cool coin. I give you the truth I hide under my tongue. No one keeps score. No one leaves early.
Now imagine you, without the version of yourself you perform for mirrors or crowds. Without the hurry, the prove-them-wrong, the apology for taking up space. Just you, leaning into your own strange and gentle rhythm. imagine me and you free 15
For the 15th minute past the hour, when the world holds its breath. In this fifteen, we don’t fix each other
And then imagine us , together, in that 15th minute of an hour that doesn’t belong to anyone. In this fifteen