Thursday, September 4, 2025

Lose Ourselves

Let the world outside
forget us for a while,
as we lose ourselves
in these moments together.

Even when we don’t speak,
the silence is charged
with magic and meaning.

Hearts have their own language,
and ours are always speaking.

— John Mark Green / Lose Ourselves



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