If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
If I could live anywhere, I’d choose the air,
a place of peace, not tied to “where.”
Home is a feeling, not a pin on a map,
and I carry that calm in my heart, like a wrap.
Category: perspectives
Found in the Breeze
What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?
Once I found a note the wind had tossed,
half its words blurred, half still embossed.
I kept it close, though the name was gone,
some mysteries feel like they belong.
Midnight Muse
Somewhere between yesterday’s lessons
and tomorrow’s dreams,
I celebrate today.
Time doesn’t chase me anymore,
it sits beside me,
listening.
This isn’t just a birthday,
I whisper gratitude
to the life that keeps me becoming.
Simi
Purrfect Therapy
What is good about having a pet?
They turn dull days into wagging tales,
chasing joy through all our trails.
With paws and purrs, they fix our mood
no therapist could be this good!
Treasures in Ink
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
Not jewels or gowns that caught the light,
but a pen that felt perfectly right.
It didn’t just write, it set me free,
turning thoughts to eternity.
Lines not Lessons
What was your favorite subject in school?
Poetry was my favorite class,
where silence spoke and dreams would pass.
It taught me more than rules could say,
to feel, to question, to find my way.
Logging Out to Tune In
How do you manage screen time for yourself?
I don’t chase screens, I let them wait
life outside the glow feels far more great.
I log out to tune in, sky, breath, ground
because the real world has the richest sound.
The Ledger of Light
The sunset is a ledger,
inking light into the lake,
a contract between endings
and the colours they remake.
The water is a question
wearing stillness as its skin,
a lock that never opens
yet keeps letting you walk in.
The sky is just a whisper
that the day has one more breath,
a fire that doesn’t burn,
yet warms the edge of depth.
The hills are quiet witnesses,
jury to the dusk’s soft trial,
shadowed, but not absent,
silent, but not in denial.
The tree is not a tree at all,
but a map of who you were,
roots below the surface,
stories tangled in its blur.
And you?
You’re the ripple,
small, unseen, but real,
proof that even stillness
has a pulse it tries to feel.
Reflection isn’t memory.
It’s a lantern made of glass,
it doesn’t show the journey back,
it lights the way you’ll pass.
Simi
Picture credits: BDS
Moments Over Minutes
Do you need time?
Do I need time? Not really so,
I need a pause where life can slow.
For minutes fade, but moments stay,
and one real breath can hold a day.
Unmapped Tomorrows
What will your life be like in three years?
Three years from now? I won’t pretend to know,
even three minutes shift, evolve, and overthrow.
So I stay with the now, the rhythm the heat,
let tomorrow arrive, today is already complete.
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