Not every spark is meant to light a fire--some are meant to remind us we can still burn.

Even gravity couldn't keep us together--we were always meant to drift.

Some people are constellations you only glimpse once--bright, unreachable, unforgettable.

In a universe of maybes, he was the surest thing fate ever wrote.

Crossed paths weren't accidents--they were fate remembering.

We invert everything
to fit our normal.
Our normal
is where we survive,
as whoever we are—
often a swamp
for what we long to be.

Truth becomes a lie when it is hidden, and a lie becomes truth when it is exposed.

The most beautiful thing about letting people into your life is that you get to keep a part of them with you—something that stays, even after they’re gone.

Relativism lives the truth; absolutism anchors it. They don’t oppose each other, they move in step. Not as enemies, but as dance partners.

words are just sounds that hit the ear and bounce right off
but music, strikes the soul and stays there permanently