Come to my place, to the innermost part of me. Here, you will witness a life— someone still learning how to guard a fragile smile. Learning from wisdom, from lessons etched in silence, I long for peace. I long to be someone who lays down complaints, who carries burdens without counting them aloud. I hope to hold an insurance of joy for the life ahead, and to embrace myself better— Like a mother cradling her child, Like a pastor tending his flock, I long to be that tender to my own soul, to the depths within me.