some days, it’s a quiet hum
a gentle reminder that you are still here
even when the world feels heavy
and your bones ache with silence
other days, it shouts—
a roar in your chest,
a storm you can’t outrun
and you learn to dance in the rain,
to find beauty in the chaos
life is a collection of small moments—
cracked open windows,
coffee stains on mornings,
laughter that lingers long after
the tears have dried
you are a story still unfolding,
a poem written in the margins
of a thousand imperfect pages
and somehow,
that’s enough.
