Sometimes I wonder why the most worthy souls can’t seem to find their way. Maybe their voices are wrapped in the unhealing battles of life— their peace locked away in a quiet cabinet of eternal hope. And at the end of the day, they stand before the mirror, noticing only the skin they wear, smiling with quiet pain. But when they look deeper— they see a shelf of forgotten books behind them. Their feet begin to move. They pick one up, sit by the window, and for the first time in a long time, feel the soft bloom of happiness rising within. — Albatross 🕊✍️