*Feelings*

Feelings don’t knock.

They just show up.

Joy bursts in like sunlight through the window.

Sadness sits quiet in the corner,

waiting for you to notice.

Some days you’re calm water.

Some days you’re a storm with no name.

Some days you’re both —

laughing with one breath,

aching with the next.

Feelings are messy translators.

They turn moments into meaning.

A song becomes a memory.

A text becomes hope.

A silence becomes everything.

We try to name them.

Anxious. Grateful. Tired. In love.

But they’re bigger than words.

They move through the body first —

a tight chest, warm hands,

butterflies, a weight lifted.

You don’t have to fix every feeling.

Some are just meant to be felt,

held for a while,

and then let go.

Because feelings are proof.

Proof you’re alive.

Proof you care.

Proof you’re human