I am the breath
between the lines
not the hand that writes
the poet reaches for me
but I slip through their grasp
a shadow they cannot name
a pulse that does not wait
I am the thought
before it forms
the silence after it fades
the pause that lingers
between what’s spoken
and what’s felt
a ripple in the air long after
the words have settled
I am the poem
unspoken
unwritten
and still

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

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

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
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

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