Echoes & Mirrors

There’s a rhythm I’ve started to notice.

Soft. Repetitive.

Like footsteps behind me

never quite close enough to see—

but always close enough to feel.

It’s in the way a glance lingers too long.

In the mimic of words,

the borrowed light,

the carefully measured curiosity

that slips in quiet and uninvited.

And I wonder…

Is it flattery?

Is it fear?

Or is it something else entirely?

The universe whispers through patterns.

It teaches not by accident,

but by repetition.

So I listen now—

to the weight of what’s not said,

to the tension in the space between presence and pretending.

I’ve become a mirror, it seems.

Not by choice,

but by becoming.

And mirrors, as we know,

don’t lie.

They only reflect what’s already there.

If you see yourself here,

maybe you’re meant to.

Or maybe not.

The lines are intentionally blurred.

And still—

I hold no grudges.

No malice.

Only an open door.

Because behind all the watching,

I sense something tender.

A girl who wants to rise.

A woman who hasn’t figured out how.

And if you ever want to talk,

not as strangers,

but as humans walking different versions of the same road—

I’m here.

Until then,

I’ll keep filming wild skies and writing unfiltered truths.

I’ll keep chasing the things that set my soul on fire.

Because my path isn’t for hiding in shadows.

It’s for lighting the way.

Have you ever felt like someone was echoing your energy?

Or caught yourself drawn to someone and didn’t know why?

I’d love to hear what patterns have been showing up in your life lately.

Maybe they’re trying to teach you something, too.