There’s a plane in the air;
There’s a dream that’s coming true.
And I’m weighing what it costs to believe.
There’s a line tracing the path we chose,
a scar across the blue,
the quiet toll of wanting more.
The plane disappears into its promise.
I stay behind, counting what remains—
learning that faith also leaves wreckage.
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This is my little corner in the vastness of the internet—a space where words come alive and turn into windows to the soul. Here, through lines and photographs, I share everything that moves me, inspires me, and makes me feel alive: the poetry hidden in the details, the music that resonates in silence, the stories that haunt us from the darkness of cinema, and the books that whisper in our ears during sleepless nights.
I hope you enjoy this journey filled with love, questions, and discovery.
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