Sometimes I feel like I’m rehearsing for a future that may never arrive.

Bold colors against a bright sky.

Nostalgia has a way of making even hard times seem golden in hindsight.

I wonder how many moments I’ve missed because I was looking for something bigger. Maybe the little things were the big things all along.

Sometimes a short walk outside is more therapy than talking for hours.

White whispers in lavender fields.

The night sky feels like a diary where the universe scribbles secrets in starlight.

It’s amazing how quickly routine can become a prison when you stop questioning it.

There’s comfort in rereading old texts, even when they no longer make sense.

I bought a new water bottle, and now I just drink more coffee.

Sometimes I wish I could pause time on certain moments.

You never realize how much someone meant until you start talking about them in the past tense.

I love airports. Not for the flights, but for the stories passing by. It’s like standing in the middle of a thousand beginnings.