No matter how pretty the words sounds. Actions always reveal .. Where you stand in someone’s life.

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦. — 𝘍𝘺𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘴𝘬𝘺

there are nights the weight draws near, a quiet gravity of fear where every step feels out of place, and time moves on, but not with grace yet even stone, when split apart, reveals the light it held at heart thin silver threads through darkness creep, soft as promises we keep you may not see the turning tide, the way the hurt shifts deep inside but healing hums in hidden streams, beneath the surface of your dreams it grows in silence, slow and sure, a patient, unseen sculptor’s cure like distant chimes the wind once knew, now finding voice and ringing true the heart recalls what minds forget, a strength not broken fully yet it gathers fragments, worn and small, and dares to build again from fall so hold yourself with tender hands, like fragile glass or shifting sands breathe through the ache, let stillness prove even the lost can learn to move and one soft dawn, without a sound, you’ll feel the pieces turning round not as before, but something new a quieter strength, remade in you

Blue Van Gogh

The best things in life are never planned. They are the beautiful accidents that happen when you’re looking the other way.

And again, the colors dissolve in silence.

i am not flawless—i confess it plain, a map of missteps, loss, and gain my voice has cracked, my hands let slip soft promises from trembling grip. i’ve faltered—friend, and kin, and flame worn many masks, misplaced my name yet through the ruin, through the shove i rise unbroken, still enough my hair undone by restless air, no careful hand to smooth or care my skin, a script where time has traced the quiet wars i’ve always faced some turn away, some choose to stay, some only love in fleeting sway but i—i keep a stubborn light that will not dim to please their sight i hunger, ache, i laugh too wide, let oceans echo deep inside no polished act, no practiced guise just truth that flickers, breathes, and cries i love like fire, untamed, intense, no measured heart, no soft pretense i am the thunder, fierce and free, a storm that dares the world to see.