Isn’t it haunting? to know you exist in countless versions, and none of them belong entirely to you? To someone, you were kindness, arriving on a day that needed gentleness. To another, you were absence— a vanishing act with no farewell....
There is time for you here. Time to be uncertain about what’s ahead. Time to dream, and time to outgrow those dreams. Time to let old wounds...
You don’t walk in from the rain and find warmth waiting. The dampness lingers, The chill does not leave at the door. But you can do the...
The reality is, nothing is yours to keep forever. So, you borrow time, love and joy. You check them out like books from a library. You try not...