Zoey

We are bound by unseen string- Feelings pulling us toward one another. When hearts speak honestly, The world leans forward. I trust in hope that acts, In love that serves. We are prisms, not fragments— Seen in part, never in full. Joy is forged, not found: Unity is its fire.Hope becomes more than a feeling—it’s a constant presence. Smiles turn into alchemy, transforming ordinary moments into something luminous. Togetherness is the catalyst, where love and unity multiply joy rather than divide it. And that “other realm of happiness” feels less like a place and more like a shared state of being.