I counted the light-years
between your voice
and the silence that followed
even the constellations
turned their backs
as if the sky itself
could not bear witness
but a star collapsed in my chest
gravity is a stranger now
and I am learning how to stand
in a room made only of your absence
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The waiting
an old tree stands
a cathedral of branches
draped in emerald lace
the sun is a hidden jewel
that bleeds through the moss
casting long shadows
across the empty pews
they wait patiently
rows of silent sentinels
for a story to begin
or perhaps one to end
beneath the silent blessing
of this ancient witness
a still pond reflects a beautiful sky
holding the breath of the moment
a promise hanging
in the quiet air
the grass glows
a whispered secret
of what’s to come
and what has already been
Home
love is not a promise
it is the flame
that keeps no oath
yet burns faithfully
it arrives quiet
uninvited
carving silence into song
no map
no anchor
just two hearts
braving the tide
calling it home
Memorized
I know every line on your face
like verses from a sacred book
each crease a chapter
each freckle a footnote
the ones by your eyes
tell stories of laughter
the ones near your mouth
of quiet resolve
I’ve traced them in silence
in light and shadow
memorized them in morning stillness
and twilight hush
they don’t speak of age
they speak of time lived
love weathered
and truths too deep for words
Smile
a smile is a curve
gentle as dawn’s first light
silent as a whisper
yet loud enough
to stir the heart
it doesn’t ask for anything
yet gives without measure
a flicker of warmth
in the coldest of moments
a bridge between souls
a quiet conversation
with no words
sometimes
it’s all we need
to breathe again
to feel less alone
and to remember
we are all here together
in this brief shared moment
Timeless beauty
There’s something undeniably powerful about beauty. It has the ability to make hearts skip a beat, to brighten the dullest of days, and to inspire us to see the world through a different lens. But beauty isn’t just about the way someone looks on the outside. True beauty goes far beyond physical appearance; it lies in how we treat others, the kindness we offer, and the way we show up in the world.
There’s a misconception that beauty must be flawless. But the truth is, it’s our imperfections that make us unique. Every scar, every wrinkle, every quirk, they tell a story. They remind us that we are real, human, and beautifully imperfect.
In a world that often focuses on superficial standards of beauty, it’s important to remind ourselves that beauty is everywhere. It’s in the quiet moments, the laughter shared between friends, the way the sun sets over a city skyline, and in the way we treat each other.
So, to all the beautiful people out there, thank you. Thank you for being unapologetically you, for sharing your light, and for reminding us all that true beauty is found in kindness, confidence, and authenticity.
You are beautiful. And the world is lucky to have you.
Love letters
love letters
are folded fragments of the heart
each word a fingertip
tracing what couldn’t be spoken aloud
they carry the ache of pauses
the space between what was felt
and what was dared to be written
some were sent
others tucked away
their paper yellowing in drawers
their ink fading like memory
yet still holding the hush
of almost-forevers
what remains is not the letter
but the ache of knowing
it once lived in someone’s hands
and never quite reached mine
Glimmer
a glimmer
not just light
but the soft unrest
of something unspoken
trembling at the edges
your eyes don’t shine
they carry
the way dusk carries
the last warmth of the sun
the way silence holds
a heartbeat
before the music begins
there’s a language there
older than words
a quiet gravity
pulling meaning
from every glance
sometimes
it feels like the stars
borrow their fire
from you
but only for a moment
before it returns
to settle in your gaze
Time matters
We often live as if we have all the time in the world. We put things off , the trip, the conversation, the quiet morning to ourselves, believing there will always be a better time, a later time, a right time.
But the truth is that our time is not endless. Days blur into weeks. Moments we thought we’d hold onto forever slip quietly through our fingers. We don’t always notice how fast it’s moving… until it’s already gone.
This isn’t meant to be heavy, it’s meant to wake us up.
Because what we do with our time is our life. So don’t wait to say what you mean. Don’t keep your joy on hold. Be present. Be kind. Be awake to the beauty of ordinary moments.
We don’t regret the time we gave, we regret the time we thought we had.
Live like time matters, because it does.
Living Unapologetic
There is a quiet revolution blooming, not in the streets, but in the mirror. It whispers you are enough before the world has a chance to argue.
Body positivity is not just a movement; it is a soft rebellion. It is choosing to love the curves, the scars, and the stretch of skin that tells our stories in invisible ink. It is reminding ourselves that worth has never been defined by a number, a filter, or someone else’s gaze.
There is poetry in every body. In the way a belly rises with breath. In the sway of hips that move like rivers shaping stone. In freckles that scatter across skin like constellations. Our bodies are not here to be hidden or diminished. They are here to live, to feel, to take up space, gracefully, loudly, unapologetically.
So wear the crop top. Dance without shrinking. Smile with your whole face, flaws, and all. This body has carried you through storms and sunrises, through heartbreaks and healings. It is the archive of every laugh, every tear, every step that brought you here. To honor your body is to honor your life.
And maybe the greatest act of love we can offer ourselves is not to be perfect, but to accept, to stand in the truth that we have always been enough.
The Creative Chic 