It’s funny how strangers online sometimes feel closer than people near me.

Stripes and speckles on proud feathers.

The future will come fast, but I hope meaning catches up with it.

I love when strangers sing along to the same song in public. It’s a fleeting community built on rhythm.

Not all endings are sad. Some are just new beginnings.

Lemon-yellow wings glowing on lavender.

I don’t always like mornings, but sometimes the quiet before the world wakes up feels like a secret gift. There’s peace in being the first to notice the day arrive.

I love how a familiar scent can drag you back to a forgotten memory in seconds.

There’s beauty in not knowing, it leaves room for wonder.

I went to pet a cat, but it was a very unfriendly raccoon.

I once took a train in the wrong direction for two hours just to discover a town I’d never heard of, and it was the best accident of the trip.

You can tell a lot about someone by how they treat you when they don’t need anything.

I’ve stopped measuring my life only by milestones. The in-betweens matter too.