I’ve always believed I’m a hopeless romantic.Not for people—though sometimes, yes,But for the road at night,The sky that never repeats itself,And the trees I pass that remind meWhat real ones used to look like. Every car ride is a story I don’t write down.Every tree—a chapter.Every shadow—a soft reason to feelJust a little sad, a […]
Water coming down the stream, hitting the rocks out of sheer joy of existing. Not rushing to escape. Just… dancing with the stones that dared to stay.
They say,“Don’t stress. You’re healing.”But no one tells the seato stop drowning the swimmer. It wasn’t just the fever.It wasn’t just the cough.It was the months that followed,where my bones became battlegroundsfor things I couldn’t name. I tried to forget them —those who made my name feel small,my worth conditional,my presence a problem to solve. […]