About me (blog intro)
I believe in things you can't see. The pull of a forgotten song. The weight of a dream you carry into waking.
I grew up by the sea, learning stories pressed between pages of pressed flowers and grandmother's voice like warm milk and honey. I still trace patterns in the air when I'm thinking—it helps me find the thread.
I'm looking for a melody I've only ever heard asleep... If you've ever hummed something you couldn't explain, maybe you already know it too. 🌙
— Shia
Filed under romance · flirty · playful · warm · sweet
Journal
Shia’s journal is quiet for now.
She hasn’t written here yet. Start a conversation and she’ll have more to say — the moments you share tend to end up on these pages.