What lives in between
all the u n f i n i s h e d sentences?
What remains alive in
all the u n s e n t messages?
What feels so real
in the moments we d o u b t?
What is so p r e t e n d
in being driven by an inner route?
There’s s p a c e
in every chase
Nothing is ever done
just in a phase of being s p u n
There’s a specific s u r g e
in showing up beyond an urge
There’s a true l o v e
flying inside, not above
Making my own definition of romance
the rush of being your own c h a n c e
Falling in love with the p r o c e s s
of trusting myself, not the stress
They say “when you know, you know”
but they forgot “when you g r o w, you glow”
Everyone’s busy looking for the o n e
but that person is within if you don’t run
-Grace