The stars don't look bigger, but they do look brighter when you aren't looking at them alone.

the mind becomes a house that never sleeps where midnight drips from the walls it keeps old ghosts wander the dim-lit halls whispering names through the aching walls they wear the voices i once called home turning living rooms into catacombs and every memory left behind rewrites the shape of the present mind i tried to bury each fading scene beneath quiet days and spaces between but memory blooms without a sound like winter roots beneath the ground it pulls me back through fractured light through golden hours dissolved by night until the warmth i used to know falls like ash in the drifting snow yet time was never made to erase it only softens the sharpest place teaching sorrow to loosen its grip like sand releasing from the fingertips so now i leave the door unlocked for all the shadows time forgot and in the stillness i finally keep the quiet returns and teaches me sleep.

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.🙈

Don’t fear the future,it’s not the present.

The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook. — William James

promise me this when your world begins to fray, you won’t fade into the quiet won’t exile your own voice to some unspoken riot don’t abandon the days that ache to be heard or bury your storms without a single word we once were laughter spilling into endless light untouched by shadows, untouched by night yet somewhere between the echoes and the pretend you were breaking—unseen, my hidden friend i trace it back now, the cracks in your disguise the midnight silence behind your eyes how you stitched your smile with trembling thread while whole constellations collapsed in your head and i stood there, believing what you said it settles in me, this unspoken cost a quiet grief for the signs i lost for every truth you held your breath to keep for every wound that learned to sleep while i remained on the surface, skin-deep you were a storm i never read a thousand words left unsaid a door half-open, never wide and i was there—but outside so promise me now, wherever you are don’t dim your pain like a distant star let it be messy, let it be seen even in places we’ve never been because truth, however raw it may seem, is kinder than any quiet in-between.

you learn the world, then let it fade unravel truths your past once made like tides that turn without a sound you shift, yet still remain unbound to unlearn is to set things free the weight of what you thought must be you loosen grips on borrowed view and make a space to grow what’s true relearning draws a wider sky where questions breathe and answers lie you walk through doubt, yet come to see the mind’s own quiet clarity you break the frame, redraw the line where old and new begin to twine and in that space of soft redesign you claim a truth that feels like mine.

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love. — Debasish Mridha

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.

The best things in life are the people we love, the places we have been, and the memories we have made along the way.