i am a wanderer, a vagabond of the soul

some things don't get easier with time. some things we just have to carry with us

when i first met myself, i was quite underwhelmed. i thought, “this is it? this is the person i’m stuck with?”

dear heart, how is it to be you, to carry the weight of your experiences, to bear the beauty and the scars that make you who you are? tell us dear one, what is it like to be alive in this moment?

i've come to prefer the company of animals and plants to human beings. they don't try to fill the silence with unnecessary words

i want to make you lonely, lonely like me.

i saw you in my dreams again this week. or maybe it was last week. in my dreams, you're always smiling. i wonder if it was real. if you were ever truly mine.

good morning friends 🩵

i will save my sweetest words for you, like a gardener saving the rarest blooms for the most precious bouquet. i will hoard them, like a treasure chest.

“there will be a day when our bones become homes for living creatures other than our egos”

you were the only person who showed me any kindness when i never deserved it. you saw beyond my flaws, and treated me with a dignity that i hadn't earned. you saw me and still chose to be gentle.

like a nomad, i roamed from place to place, person to person, always chasing the feeling of belonging. but the truest home i've ever known is the one i’ve created within myself.

the wolf's unattainable love for the moon was a reminder that some things in life are destined to remain just out of reach.

the trees they know my secrets like a trusted friend. they see the real me.

i am not subtle. i speak my truth with clarity and purpose, leaving no room for misinterpretation. i am a straight line with no curves or bends. i am intentional.

he will love you differently than he loved me and that's okay because you are not me, you are the next chapter in his story of love, make it a beautiful one