In a moment of stillness, while the world is asleep— no sound, no rush, no stress— I linger in my quiet thoughts as I ...

It’s the simple things, like the scent of a crayon, that take me back to what I used to know– the mourning dove’s echoing ...

There’s something revitalizing about the spring breeze taking me in—the flowers bloom with the green leaves, blending to release the fresh scent that puts ...

Near or far, I extend my warmth to you, into the core of your heart beating in synch with mine, longing to reach the ...

Like raindrops— soft and steady with no resistance to the flow, no questioning where they’ll land— only letting go, accepting their fate. Like raindrops, ...

I hold on tightly to the hope that this moment doesn’t fade. As you trace your fingers through my hair, I ponder on this ...

With the days growing shorter, I can’t help but long For Spring’s embrace— A bloom of hope and awakening; A fresh breath of life ...

Sometimes you avoid accepting the bitter truths of life. However, there comes a day or moment when you remember a piece of advice or ...

Not all hours in the day are equal—your focus and momentum rise and fall. However, if you find the sweet spot where your brain ...

Over the past six years, I have studied Turkish. As time passed, I became busier and left it behind. I recently got back into ...