MarilynnNoir

I don’t always talk about this part of myself.

The part that likes quiet more than noise,
intention more than attention,
depth more than

This is how my nights really look.

A book I’m halfway through,
tea gone cold because I forgot about it,
the city humming quietly outside

Chicago evenings are meant to be lingered over.

A good meal, a generous pour…
and the kind of quiet that makes you think about what you