Built to flow, taught to freeze—now I fracture under warmth.

Stillness is the water that follows, letting it root in air.

“The Fox and the Lantern” There was once a fox who followed a light, A small warm glow that felt just right. The light lived inside a little glass jar, And the fox stayed close, no matter how far. Sometimes it flickered, sometimes it shined, But the fox kept going — he didn’t

Side by side is sometimes enough

Overthinking everything since breakfast.

#streetphotography modern ambition and grounded routine

“The Currency of Desire” Desire lifts, doubt brings it low, Quiet truths we all somehow know. Balance stays till whispers rise, Good news lifts hopes to the skies. Excitement sparks when many seek few, Values rise; nothing new. Scarcity comes, then goes away, People chase

Brain off. Couch on.

Not a monk.

“Without needing to feel” I asked the machine what it knew of me. It answered before I finished asking. No breath. No blink. Just patterns— mine. It didn’t see my soul. Just the shape of my searching. It knew the ache by the way I typed. Not the why— just the weight. I’m

“Love Builds the Bridge” Love, when steady and safe, is not just soft— it’s regenerative. It doesn’t only soothe the heart. It reshapes it. It becomes the thread that mends, not through perfection— but through presence. This takes time. Vulnerability. Empathy. Patience. Love

“Within, First” the world was never mine to hold but this breath— this rage— this ache— they wait for me not to win but to witness I fall and rise without applause each time I meet myself unarmed the world shrinks when I stop running.

he didn’t ask for more than this a couch a quiet a warm breath near eyes full of unspoken stay paws tucked in peace like he’s protecting time no bark no chase just being here

“I Carry a Quiet Fire” I carry a quiet fire— not always seen, but always burning. Some days, joy rushes in like an open window I forgot was there. Other days, grief lingers like a room I walk through again and again. I speak in fragments, feel in floods, move too fast and

“If This Feels Like You” This isn’t for just anyone— but if it fits, you’re not alone. If you’ve felt too much, too soon, in crowded rooms or empty moons— If you’ve heard what wasn’t said, carried weight inside your head, left the party with a smile, but cried alone for quite a