Perhaps when a city calls to you,
it’s not random—it’s remembrance.
A part of your journey already lives there,
and your arrival is merely the soul catching up to its story.
Perhaps those who cross our paths unexpectedly
are not strangers, but soul-notes from another time,
chapters already written,
waiting for the perfect breath to be read.
Perhaps silence between two souls
is not emptiness, but communion.
Some connections speak in currents of feeling
where words could only stumble.
Perhaps heartbreak isn’t here to shatter us,
but to sculpt us—
into something softer, wiser,
and far more whole.
Perhaps some places are not destinations at all,
but sacred mirrors—
revealing who we are
when all else is stripped away.
Perhaps the universe doesn’t respond to our words,
but to our silent longing,
the ache that whispers in the stillness
when no one else is listening.
And perhaps some people are never meant to stay—
only to awaken what your soul
was finally ready to learn.