Life is like the weather, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy. But even in the rain, there's beauty if you look closely.

Every ending carries a new beginning, though it doesn't feel that way when you're in the middle of it. The pain feels eternal, but time has this strange way of healing what seems unfixable.

I miss the person I used to be, the dreams I once held so close. They seem so far away now, like echoes in an empty room.

The silence between us speaks louder than words ever could. It’s heavy, oppressive, and yet strangely familiar.

Sometimes, I wonder if happiness is just a fleeting moment we chase forever. And when we finally catch it, it slips through our fingers like sand.

Loneliness isn’t always about being alone; it’s about feeling disconnected from everything around you, even when surrounded by people.

Love leaves scars, but they’re the kind that make you stronger, though they never fully heal.

If memories were colors, mine would be shades of gray—beautiful in their own melancholic way.

The past haunts me like an old melody, playing softly in the background, reminding me of what could have been.

Time doesn’t heal all wounds—it teaches you how to live with them.