August 4, 2025 – Still Laying There

Texas driveway nights under a mess of stars.

Quiet air. No need to impress anything.

I don’t miss walking — I miss laying.

That moment when the world stops needing you to prove anything.

Peace isn’t a product. It’s not curated or sold. It’s in the stillness that doesn’t care who’s watching.

And I’m learning that stillness is the loudest kind of freedom.

We live in an economy that monetizes silence, filters peace through branding, and calls it mindfulness.

But real peace? It’s lying under a Texas sky and realizing you don’t owe the night an explanation.