You forgot who you were. That’s okay. You got lost in the noise, the tasks, the stories other people wrote for you. You walked too far into the world and forgot how to find your way back to yourself. But the moon didn’t forget. She kept watch. Held the rhythm. Lit the path you couldn’t…
You said goodbye.You did the work.You burned the letter, deleted the message, untied the knot. You were ready to be free. But still…in the quiet,something tugs. A thought.A dream.A name that rises in your chest like a ghost you thought you buried. These are the threads you thought you cut. But not all soul ties…
There was a map. Of course there was. You traced its lines with your finger. Folded it gently. Tucked it into your heart like a secret. You followed it — for a while. Until the path curved into a fog too thick to name. And the compass stopped working. And the signs turned to symbols…
Before there was a voice, there was silence. Before language wrapped around your tongue, there was stillness holding everything you didn’t yet know how to say. And it spoke. Not in sentences — but in rhythm, in presence, in breath between moments. You knew how to hear it once. But life teaches us noise. The…
Some dreams arrive with fire,then burn out before morning. But others…others return.Not louder — just again. They wait in the quiet.They ride the breath between heartbeats.They stir in the same question you keep askingwhen you think you’re past it. You are not. Because that dream — the one that won’t let go —it’s not demanding.It’s…
Not every night brings messages.Not every moon reveals her face. Sometimes you ask,and nothing answers. You lay out the cards.You light the candle.You wait. And still — silence. You wonder if you did it wrong.If the magic slipped through your fingers.If the stars turned away while you weren’t looking. But what if the silence isn’t…
There is a softness under the steel. You’ve spent years layering your defenses. Sharp words, silence, smiles that do not reach your eyes You’ve learned how to wear strength like a second skin, how to keep moving even when it hurts. But I see it — that flicker of tenderness just beneath the edge. That’s…
There are winds that howl.And there are winds that lift. This is not the storm that tears down trees.This is the breath that moves you without asking permission.You felt it once — remember? The moment your feet turned before your mind said go.The yes that left your lips before your fear could gather.The weightless calm…
We expect reflections to flatter us. But Selene finds something deeper beneath the surface — not a pretty lie, but a true face. This is the story of what she saw, and what it meant to finally love it.
