If the world was ending,would we sit in the glow of our screens,scrolling through memories we never made? Would we hold each other closer,or would we count the things we lostthe calls we never answered,the love we left unread? Did we really do enough,or did we drown in the noise,mistaking movement for meaning,chasing echoes instead…

Are we but threads in the loom,woven tightly into patterns unseen,or do we hold the needle,guiding the fabric with each choice?Destiny whispers,soft and constant,that all roads lead to where we must go.But free will shouts back,insistent,that the turns are ours to take. Perhaps it is botha river carved by ancient hands,yet we choose the strokes…

We chase the flawless line,where the sky meets the earth,where every step forwardshould bring us closer.But the horizon never waitsit shifts, it bends,it moves just beyond reach. We carve ourselves into shapeswe think the world will admire,polish the rough edges,smooth the imperfections,as if we could sculpt ourselvesinto something whole,something finished. Yet perfection is a ghostit…

It’s hard to find the right words sometimes,to let them slip out clean without getting tangled.I hold them back,afraid they’ll land too heavy or not enough,afraid they’ll twist into something I didn’t mean. Telling people things.. it’s like walking a tightrope.One wrong step and suddenly,what I meant to say is lost,and what’s left is confusion,a…

We choose how we see the world, every day, in quiet ways. It’s the lens we look through, the stories we tell ourselves about what’s real and what’s imagined. Some say the world is hard, sharp edges and closed doors, but I’ve seen you paint it soft, coloring the cracks with hope, turning the grey…

We’re so alike, it’s almost scary.The same thoughts at the same time,laughing at jokes before they’re even told.We move in sync, like we were madeto fit together,but somehow still, we don’t.Not quite. We get close, close enough to feel that spark,but not close enough to catch fire.There’s something flat in the way we linger,like we’ve…