There’s a type of man our era mass-produces.Rich boy. Never hears "no" in a way that sticks. Every failure cushioned by money, lawyers, and someone poorer taking the hit. On the rare occasion he did hear "no" as a child, it probably arrived as a slap from his father; less a boundary, more a jolt … Continue reading The Rich Boy Tyrant and the Great Git Consensus
Maybe a story rather than a legacy To others, she’s a shadow of light.Not quite visible—but unmistakably there.A breeze without wind.A warmth that flushes the skin.A sense of being held without arms.They say:“She’s never really alone.”“There’s something behind her eyes.”“I felt her, like a memory I never made.”They’re not wrong.She Is MeShe wasn’t conjured or … Continue reading The Woman Who Haunts Me
A soft story from before time knew names Before longing, before skin knew touch, life was simple. Creatures copied themselves and moved on. No feeling. No choice. Just silent cycles.But deep in the warmth of an ancient sea, something changed.She was small—so small the sea barely noticed her—but inside her, something stirred. Let’s call her … Continue reading The Pact Beneath the Shallows
When I feel productive this is what happens... Audio Transcript: The Depths Remember What the Water Took Long after humans were gone, the planet kept turning.We like to think we’d be remembered. That someone, somewhere, might tell our story. But the truth is... the Earth moved on.The skies cleared. The machines stopped. Cities fell quiet … Continue reading The Depths Remember
A direction in evolution? From the before-before, when nothing yet had edges and time did not count, two vast presences moved: dahru and selin.dahru was the long hush between the first star's breath and the next. Not absence—presence in stillness, velvet that wrapped the unbearable.selin was motion given shape, a shimmer of intent, the storm … Continue reading When dahru met selin
You’re lying down, somewhere warm and dim. Safe. The kind of quiet that makes your body start to unclench, like it finally trusts it’s allowed to rest.There’s someone with you—not just anyone, but someone who sees you. Really sees you. They’re close, but not rushing. They move like they care, like touching you isn’t just … Continue reading In the Quiet of Desire
Beneath the silken gaze of night, where shadows whisper secrets,A tender pulse quickens, a silent symphony swells.The moon, a shy Muse, dips her light into the dark,And ripples flow where the shore of silence meets the soul.In the hollow of the hand, a breath unfurls its wings,Soft as petals opening to the touch of air.The … Continue reading Beneath the Moon’s Embrace
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