✨ Stars ✨

Quiet ones don’t shout.

They stay

steady, patient,

doing their work from far away.

Even when clouds pass,

even when the night feels heavy,

they don’t disappear.

They wait.

You’re allowed to be like that too—

soft light,

no performance,

still enough.

Rest under them tonight.

You don’t need to shine louder.

You’re already there. 🌌

Statement at the Station

Under the hum of flickering lights,

a pen waits, trembling in its duty.

The air smells of paper and polish,

of stories sealed in quiet ink.

A chair creaks—truth takes its seat.

Words march out, hesitant soldiers,

each one carrying a fragment

of what the heart remembers.

The officer nods, steady as stone,

eyes tracing the path of confession.

Outside, sirens bloom like restless flowers,

their petals fading into distance.

When the final line is signed,

silence folds the room in half.

Somewhere between fear and relief,

a soul exhales

lighter, but never the same.