Even the moon has phases.

I used to chase closure. Now I choose peace.

Be gentle. Everyone's carrying something.

Every chapter needs a pause.

The mind needs sunlight too.

We become what we practise.

Some goodbyes are acts of self-respect.

Scars are just stories the body remembers.

Somewhere between who I was and who I'm becoming.

Life is short, but the nights can feel long.

Maybe the detour was the destination.

Sometimes you outgrow places you once prayed for.

I'm learning that peace is a choice I make daily.

The mind is loud when the room is quiet.

Some of the best things in life are quiet.

The version of me you hurt doesn't live here anymore.