love is such an overrated word. we use it interchangeably for so many different things, that sometimes it makes me double check or...

people aren’t gold and i know gold isn’t perfect either but people aren’t shiny like that neither are they pure but thats what makes them...

we often think of beauty as things that are seen, closeting our imaginations, drawing maps along the lines of sunsets that caught our...

with faith, you find a way out. with prayer, hope re-emerges from cupboards left locked and hearts left fastened to our chests since...

[A letter to the futureme/collection of 3 AM thoughts - 20/12/2022 3:14 AM] It's been a while since I came here. I had been missing it. I...

calmness lies in familiarity. like a connection already established, disconnected at first but connected instantly once you bring it...

there’s history in the way we form our words and phrases careful not to make a fool of ourselves in the way we hold a picture slightly...

wondering about what dreams are made of. if stars are overrated, and moon's already been claimed by millions of commoners, lovers and...

i look at the sky and its beautiful out there. i look at these flowers and it feels like life’s blooming with them, just like them. i...

if calmness could be bottled, i would name it as yours and claim it as mine. the sea isnt to be feared, nor the mighty waves it brings on...

you are found. you are not here, ever present since the first day that you can remember. someone looks at you and then chooses to keep...

just like the leaves had to fall every autumn and flowers had to bloom every spring, just like darkness had to be recognized by the...

like warm snow that melts in your hands like cotton candy on your lips, your heart once took the same route. i talk too much of pre...

for the hope that dangles by your sleeves like keys fastened to the side of your bag for the whispers you silently and patiently utter...

who knew hope peeked through windows of glass like silver shining on the dinner table or who knew moonlight could be reflected in a...

im no writer, but when it comes to silent evenings, a flock of birds passing above on a cloudy october day with just the right amount of...

and maybe hope if planted like seeds would grow out one day, more than our expectations, more than our dreams. maybe it has the power to...

and i think i would sit with you here, and maybe words would fail, like they do in most occasions. maybe you will understand the silence...

miracles embody humans, and not the other way around - i say that because humans embodying them limits the capacity of how much farther a...

it’s been a while and i wish to write about hope about your longings being met or about your wishes finding home about happiness ringing...