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

The sky never apologises for changing.

Be gentle. Everyone's carrying something.

Some storms pass through to rearrange things.

Nobody talks about how much you grieve who you used to be.

Tomorrow is a blank page with no deadline.

Walls keep out the pain, but also the love.

Maturity is realising not everything needs a reaction.

Hope is a quiet kind of brave.

Some memories are homes you can't move back into.

What's meant for you won't need convincing.

We become what we practise.

Silence says what words can't.

Deep waters run quiet.

Growth doesn't send a schedule.

You don't find yourself. You build yourself.