I've been missing so many feelings altogether lately, all soft and important feelings and yet I've been trying hard to be everything for everyone around me

sometimes i am so soft that a little more silence and i will burst into flowers

no, flower. staying alone doesn't make you insecure or vulnerable or weak. in fact it makes you soft and fearless and raw and turns you into someone who finds beauty in the tiniest of details.

i realize the sun comes up without your help but not without mine

A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.

you spend all morning in your garden, watering plants and tending to your shrubs

i saw the sunset. there are no words.

the sky said I love you

i can't wait for winter to make me comfortably warm

i need stargazing, soft piano music and warmth

someone to remind you of how touchable you are

i hope you sleep peacefully. i really mean this when i write this for i know how important it is for you.

a quiet, quaint home a lush garden and just you to share it with

keep holding onto your faith

there's so much in the present moment, so many perfect feelings, so many things that doesn't require any special care

there isn't a single moment when you are nothing, you are always something, a result of something, some feeling, some emotion, but definitely a continuation from something. this is the beauty of being in the present moment, so many reasons to find the real joy.

stay flower, you selfless human

i am going to sleep now, there are words in my head but i am going to let them be

dear morning, you are new and so am i