Life holds sorrows, which sometimes, come too early.

And these moments shape us. Each encounter is significant and holds meaning. These experiences have taught me that death and grief are not an end, but rather a tender step forward.

Through these fallen wings, I observe, learn and am somehow able to speak.

”You will meet that brook more often than you think: and each time you will suppose that you have done with it for good. But some day you really will.” -C.S. Lewis