I like catching myself smiling at nothing, it means I’m still capable of joy.

Peace folded softly into feathers.

The idea of uploading consciousness both excites and terrifies me.

Every place I’ve been carries a scent in my memory. Sometimes I miss those smells more than the places themselves.

I miss the times when I didn’t need to overthink everything.

Sharing sunshine with the flowers.

I used to chase inspiration like it was rare, but lately I find it hiding in everyday routines.

I miss the feeling of writing something just for myself, not for an audience, not for likes, just because it needed to be said.

Walking in the rain makes me feel more alive than sunny days ever do. Maybe I just like things that are imperfect.

A simple meal can taste like a feast when shared with the right people. It’s not about the food, but the presence.

Sometimes silence is not emptiness but a form of presence.

There’s a joy in watching strangers laugh together, it reminds me the world still holds warmth.

I think some dreams are meant to guide us, not necessarily to be achieved.