Letters to the Universe, Written in Smoke

not every wish is meant to come true.
Some are too fragile, too wild, too innocent for the world to hold.
But that doesn’t make them meaningless.

Some wishes are whispered into the dark not to be answered,

but to shape us –
to guide the quiet decisions,
to stir the silent rebellions –
to remind us of who we truly were, before the world began chiseling us into something it could tolerate.

And in that quiet shaping,
A different kind of destiny unfolds –
One that doesn’t seek applause, only truth.