To the ones still walking I didn?t write to teach. I wrote to breathe. To place a voice where once there was only trembling. If you found yourself between these lines? even in silence, even in pain? know this: We don?t arrive by force. We arrive by soft return. And the path to self is not a road. It?s a remembering. A homecoming.
To the ones still walking I didn?t write to teach. I wrote to breathe. To place a voice where once there was only trembling. If you found yourself between these lines? even in silence, even in pain? know this: We don?t arrive by force. We arrive by soft return. And the path to self is not a road. It?s a remembering. A homecoming.