An old coin purse, heavy with memories, lighter than it looks, telling a quiet story of loss, hope, and survival.

The water never forgets — it keeps singing the song of time long after the mill fell silent.

The reason we find our self most time in deep trouble is that we fail to consider the trouble as trouble we take it to be any random stuff that can just come and go. The random stuff sometimes happens

I was struggling with inspiration the other day and a kind person sent me a picture and said "write something". So I did. Here is the outcome. Moonlight. A walk down a dark road. A path that