I once spilled coffee on a train ticket.
Ended up in a better town.

I don’t create for applause — I create for meaning.

You didn’t tie it up with a bow. You let it breathe.

So vivid. I felt like I was there with you.

This feels like a warm cup of something kind.

I love that you didn’t force a conclusion.

This post made me feel like less of a stranger to myself.

It’s like you paused life and showed it to us in slow motion.

You gave this moment the space it deserved.

This made me feel calm without even trying.