Thresholds

Let it stay!

Wisdom becomes lightness.

Gentleness is trained strength.

Peace is a victory.

Warmth after darkness.

I don’t raise my voice to be heard anymore. What’s true doesn’t strain. It waits. I’ve lived loud lives. I’ve survived sharp seasons...

When someone from the past sends a mysterious, poetic message, it’s rarely about love.

Just because someone says they live in your dreams doesn’t mean you owe them rent.

Closure doesn't have to be dramatic.

I am no longer reachable by nostalgia. Please leave a message with the version of me that no longer exists.