In an alternate universe, your life is a poem.
Not a hurried one, not fragmented or rushed, but one that unfolds line by line — soft, intentional, full of breath. You live in a sun-drenched home with large windows that let the morning light pour in. You wake slowly, in peace, no alarms blaring, no heaviness in your chest. The sheets are warm. The… Read More In an alternate universe, your life is a poem.








