The most beautiful people are those we have known defeat,suffering,loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with gentleness and a deep loving concern.
- Beautiful people do not just happen.
perhaps,
love is not merely
the person you choose.
but the rarest kind
of alchemy—
finding someone
in whose presence
existence feels softer,
the mundane turns magical,
and being alive
becomes
a beautiful thing
to behold.
To every mother —
you are not merely love.
You are the origin of love,
the sanctuary of mercy,
the language of God’s tenderness,
and the quiet miracle
that teaches this wounded world
how to stay warm, soft, and human.
Happy Mother’s Day ❤️
Maa…
a tiny word,
yet a whole universe of devotion, ache, grace, and warmth.
She carries wounds like worship
and still becomes sanctuary for everyone she loves.
To every mother —
you are where love first learned to breathe.
Happy Mother’s Day ❤️
they wrote me into this world
with trembling hands
i wrote them out
with tears words could not hold
they dressed me in beginnings
i dressed them in farewells
they watched my first breath
i held theirs as it left
they gave me life
i returned them to eternity.
a part of you
remains unopened.
quiet.
mysterious.
until one person
arrives
with the kind of touch
that is not searching—
but seeing.
and suddenly,
you realize
that whole continents of you
had been waiting.
hug me
as though tonight I fall
into the sea of forever
and tomorrow
when I rise
hold me again
as if I’ve returned
from that silent ocean.
- just one of those things
i ask for nothing.
not even from myself.
it is enough
to move one breath closer
to where my soul
longs to be.
the world is heavy.
still,
i do not want.
i only wish
to see good souls
lit with joy.
to give,
while i can,
whatever light
i carry.
sleepless nights
whisper secrets
only the brave can hear
fear dances
on the edges of thought
but i move
through it
like water through stone
hard work burns quietly
and the world
cannot help
but notice
victory
is mine
because i stayed
when the night
wanted me to leave.
i do not want a love
i can walk away from.
i want the kind
that ruins my name
in every language.
that carves
god
into the dark of me.
i want to feel.
or i want to disappear.
- you. or nothing.