Words, to me, are like water. They flow, they wander, they explore, and when nurtured, they grow together.
But when diverted, used, manipulated, and agitated, even the purest waters become clouded, turning murky, bitter, and unkind.
So now, I choose to conserve my words. To close the gates, redirect the flow, and limit the supply. Not out of spite, but out of peace.
I’ll let the streams run dry, the waters settle, and silence speak for me.
And now, with grace, I can kindly say goodbye……
and let my waters flow where they are welcomed and appreciated


















