Milky knows stars are born in silence.

Knows that fire can burn without rage.

Knows that even ceilings hold galaxies.

Milky dreams under nebulae, paws curled, tail still.

In the stillness, we remember what matters.

Milky knows there is no safer place than the crook of someone who loves you.

Milky knows the fight can wait.

Milky knows rest is resistance too.

And sometimes… Milky just naps.
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Milky knows the nights are longest when you ache.

Milky knows the moonlight never asks questions.

Milky knows some truths are only safe in shadow.

Milky waits without judgment.

Milky believes in soft places to land. 🐾

Milky knows grief.

Not the loud kind, but the one that sits beside you, sighing.

The kind that curls up and waits for you to breathe again.

Milky knows soft blankets, patient pauses, and how to keep secrets.

Milky doesn’t rush. Milky doesn’t judge.

Milky just stays. 🐾

Milky knows silence, and stillness.

Milky knows the pain is real.

Milky knows warmth, tamales, and yellow candlelight

Milky watches. Milky listens. Milky’s here. 🐾