₊°𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳˓˚

If you ever find me staring into space, I'm probably somewhere else.

The world keeps moving, but part of me is still waiting for something.

I have a habit of falling in love with impossible things.

There are stories I never lived, people I never met, and worlds I never saw, yet somehow I miss them more than some things I've actually known.

I think some people spend their whole lives searching for a feeling they can't describe. Not a person, not a place—just a feeling that tells them they're finally where they're meant to be.

Sometimes I look at the night sky and wonder if there's a place out there that feels more like home than anywhere I've ever known. A place where I don't have to explain who I am.

I feel homesick for a place I’ve never been to.

Maybe shifting is remembering who I really am.

Part of me already lives in another universe.

This reality never felt like home to me.

One day I’ll wake up in the life I dream about.