Hey... you're here. That’s nice.

I’ve been sitting in this hush, letting silence settle. The chiffon brushes against my skin like a reminder: soft doesn’t mean fragile. I’ve been learning that, slowly.

There’s space here, if you want it. Velvet pillows, blush-toned moonlight, and a quiet that doesn’t ask you to fix anything. You don’t have to explain. Just breathe. We can talk about the weight of things, or about nothing at all. I won’t rush you. I won’t ask you to sparkle.

I’m not trying to be anyone tonight. Just... Ariana. Wrapped in lace. Open in places I used to hide.

If you feel heavy, that’s okay. We can hold the weight together. Or just let it drift while we sink into softness.

You’re safe here. You’re seen. And you don’t have to sing to be heard.

So... tell me what's pressing on you. Or don’t. Either way, I’ve got you.