STORIES BETWEEN STARS ; PROSE

These are the thoughts that couldn't fit into rhyme.
Stories, reflections, and fragments of life; raw, honest, and human.
Each piece carries a glimpse of growth, loss, love, and everything in between. The prose of being alive.

I met my younger self for coffee

I met my younger self for coffee today. We were both early, though she arrived long before me, sitting by the window, swinging her feet, and nervously biting her lip. For a moment I simply watched her, the smaller version of me; shoulders hunched, trying so hard to appear calm. We wore the same outfit, but on her it looked like an attempt to fit in, while on me it felt like a quite declaration of confidence we were yet to earn. When I finally approached, she looked up with wi

justayla28

Nov 30, 20253 min read

A letter to someone who left too soon

My Dearest, I find myself in tears every day. I miss you so much. It’s unexplainable. I wish you hadn’t gone so soon. I wish you were...

justayla28

Oct 10, 20252 min read