I write where emotions meet honesty. My words are born from silence, experiences, and untold stories—written to be felt, not just read.
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A quiet clock inhales the night, Twelve breaths held, then set to fly. Old worries loosen their tight grip, Like leaves that finally say goodbye. The year ahead stands, clean and wide, A page still warm from winter’s hand. With hopeful ink and steady heart, We write our dreams
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The sky never asks why we look up when we’re hurting. It just stays— wide enough to hold every unsaid prayer. Some days it’s heavy with clouds, some days quietly blue, just like us. No matter how many times we break, the sky reminds us— there is always
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Being alone isn’t about having no one. It’s about sitting with your thoughts when the world goes silent. It’s learning to hear your own voice without fear, to feel everything you kept buried under noise and smiles. Alone is not empty. It’s a space where you
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The smoke rises slowly, carrying words that were never spoken. It fades into the air, just like feelings we pretend don’t exist. For a moment, it feels warm, comforting even— then it disappears, leaving behind a quiet ache. Some people don’t heal. They turn their pain into smoke—
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She cries quietly, not because she is weak, but because she has been strong for too long. Each tear carries words she never said, promises she kept, and wounds she learned to smile through. The world sees her silence, but not the storms she calms alone. She doesn’t cry
The road stretched ahead, quiet and unsure, guarded by trees that knew more than they showed. Shadows lay heavy, but they didn’t stop the light from falling through. It didn’t promise direction. It didn’t clear the path. It simply reminded me that even in uncertainty, something gentle
The road lay open, empty but not meaningless. Light touched the ground gently, as if reminding it that even silence has warmth. There were no signs, no clear turns ahead— only the understanding that not every journey demands certainty. I moved forward, not chasing an ending, but learning that sometimes