You breathe,
and the world shifts.

Not in earthquakes or avalanches,
but in the soft tremors
of someone watching you smile
and deciding to stay
one more day.

You pass a stranger,
and they carry your laughter
into a room
that was too quiet
until you echoed there.

We don’t notice
how much we bleed into each other.
in glances,
in silences,
in words we don’t remember saying
but someone else never forgets.

A comment tossed off
in boredom
becomes a bruise
on someone else’s skin.
A simple “you okay?”
becomes the thread
someone clings to
when they’re unraveling.

We are not islands.
We are oceans.
waves crashing into waves,
pulling and pushing,
changing tides
without even knowing.

So be kind.
Or at least,
be aware.

Because whether you mean to or not,
you leave something
in everyone you touch.

And they leave something in you.

We’re not just living our lives.
we’re shaping them
together.

I slump into an armchair
Feet drooping down
And sprawl onto the carpet
Watch the dust float around
I have no place to go
Nothing to do
No faces to see
Nothing is new
Boredom is as human does
Sun wearily crosses the sky above
I'm stuck with a fly and a ticking clock
Too leaden to move, much less to walk
And even the aforementioned dust
Has more to do than I.

The day was long, your feet are sore,
You gave your best and even more.
But now the sun begins to sink
It’s time to rest, to breathe, to think.

Let go the weight the hours brought,
The tangled tasks, the racing thought.
And lay your head where peace begins,
Let the calm move deep within.

You are not just what work demands,
You’re beauty shaped by loving hands.
A gentle soul, a fire inside
Both grace and strength in you abide.

If I could, I’d calm the skies,
And hush the noise that fills your eyes.
I’d draw a bath of stars and light,
To wash you in pure rest this night.

So rest your eyes, the world can wait,
Let dreams come soft and healing your date.
I’ll hold you close in heart and prayer,
Your comfort, peace, and love are there.

You’ve done enough, now be at ease,
Like whispered winds through nighttime trees.
For in my heart, you’ll be always best
So take this night, my love, and rest.

Of all the souls that walk this earth,
You shine with kindness, joy, and worth.
Even in weariness, you glow
A light the shadows always know.

Let burdens fall like rain to ground,
And let my love wrap all around.
No need to carry pain alone,
My heart is yours, my arms your home.

Tomorrow waits with gifts anew,
But this night belongs to peace and you.
So drift on dreams both soft and true
And know I’m always proud of you...

They say
a butterfly ***** its wings
in a quiet corner of the world.
and halfway across it,
a storm begins.

But no one tells you
how often
you are the butterfly.

The smile you gave
a stranger
on a day they thought of leaving.
The message you didn’t send.
The one you did.
The fight you started.
The hug you almost didn’t give.

How many lives have you altered
without ever knowing?
How many moments have you shaped
by simply existing,
in the right or wrong place,
at the quietest time?

We chase purpose
like it’s some grand, loud thing,
a legacy,
a title,
a monument with our name on it.

But maybe
you already changed the world
when you held the door open
for someone
who swore no one saw them.
When you stayed.
Or when you left.

What a strange kind of power
to ruin or redeem
with things we barely remember doing.

So move gently,
and with meaning.
Not out of fear,
but reverence.
You never know
who’s standing in the storm
your wings created.

I never understood life.

Well, who cares –

Life never understood me either.

I wake,
but I don’t arrive.

I brush my teeth,
scroll my phone,
drink my thoughts
with lukewarm tea.

The clock ticks,
not like a heartbeat
but like a metronome
keeping time
for a song I no longer sing.

I answer emails,
nod in meetings,
smile where it fits.
I am present,
but not here.
Every day feels
like a copy
of a copy
of a dream I once had.

I miss surprises.
I miss meaning.
I miss the version of me
that thought this would feel
like living.

But I keep going.
One task. One sigh.
One “maybe tomorrow
I’ll feel something.”

Because even machines
need maintenance.
And I
am still
trying
to stay alive.