To write is to speak the language of your heart, Blank pages soaked in ink by a pen as you finish each line, run from pretend and lies, to empty lands that can be filled with life, build castles from memories, bridges of plans and wishes.
There's something about how art and love are the same that lingers. Maybe that's why we keep finding pieces of ourselves in things that aren't us: in songs, in strangers, in fleeting moments that feel too real to ignore.
The deep conversations, the rare moments that feel like magic, the people who understand you without needing explanations. Life is fragile and unpredictable, but it's also full of possibilities shaped by every choice we make.
So feel everything deeply, love without holding back, and live in a way that leaves no room for regret because once in a while, something unexpected and beautiful really does happen.
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