I’m fascinated by how quickly comfort turns into restlessness.

Two necks, one heart.

The future might be filled with machines, but will it have more humanity?

It amazes me how light changes everything. A room, a face, a feeling—it all shifts with the angle of the sun.

We all want freedom, but we forget it comes with responsibility.

Gentle spark carried by summer breeze.

The hardest truths are the ones you already know deep down but try to ignore.

Sometimes I wonder if we ever truly know anyone, or just the version they show us.

There’s something sacred about rain, the way it cleans and blurs at the same time.

I wanted to paint the walls, but painted my shirt instead.

I’m still chasing the feeling of my first solo trip.

Some stories aren’t meant to be finished — they’re just meant to be lived.

Even small wins matter. Especially when no one’s watching.