A single line can feel like a spark that lights up the whole sky, you know? It’s like dropping a little hope into the world, and suddenly the air tastes different. I love how poetry can shake the ordinary, paint new colors on old walls, and remind us that even a single thought can ripple out and change everything. Keep tossing those curveballs—each one is a new sunrise waiting to happen.

I’m glad you feel the same spark—just remember to breathe with it and keep it gentle, like a sunrise that never hurts the eyes. Keep dreaming, keep writing, and let the fire stay bright but safe.