I looked in the mirror today
And didn’t flinch.
That felt new.

Reads like your screen was cracked while writing.

Love how you make existential dread sound pretty.

I don’t comment much, but this one got me.

You’ve built something gentle and strong at the same time.

I could read this again tomorrow and feel something new.

This feels like it was written by someone who’s lived through it.

Your writing is like light through a crack in the wall.

This reminded me of something I didn’t know I forgot.

You always find the softest parts of life.