Do you remember life before the internet? When time moved differently, and a computer was just… a computer.It didn’t need to know who you were, didn’t ask for constant connection.You turned it on, and it was ready. Simple. Self-contained.There was a kind of peace in that honesty.These days, I notice how much noise has crept … Continue reading Resisting the Upgrade Treadmill
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
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
A cool strip of light slides across my arm, searching for the hidden path of a vein. I feel the gentle press of the needle, then only a soft pull, as if the earth itself has drawn back. In that quiet pause, I remember her last breath: the pale room where hope once lingered, machines … Continue reading Rainfall in the Quiet Hours
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
Some lossesdon’t speak in words.They hum beneath the surface—in breath that catches for no reason,in the stillnesswhere your warmth used to live.It’s not even the heartbreakthat hurts the most.It’s the silencewhere you once were.The echo of your touchhaunting the edges of my skin.I miss the way being near yousoftened the world.The way your presencesteadied my … Continue reading Grief in the Body: The Ache for Closeness
Act I: The Man Who Mistook His Shadow for a Séance The hospital’s seventh floor hummed with the static of unmonitored heartbeats. Dr. Marlow’s office—a crypt of velvet drapes and chessboards missing their queens—smelled of bergamot and unsent letters. Her patient, Arthur Vale, 51, sat coiled in the chair, his voice a scratched vinyl of … Continue reading Dr. Marlow and the Horny Grief Moths
Where does it end for me? This body falters, unravels, dissolves into the earth—yet I wake again, as if nothing truly ends, only shifts. The same patterns emerge, the same instincts take hold, the same conditions shape another existence. The form is different, but the mind picks up where it left off, like a flame … Continue reading Worn Out, Waking Up
In the shadow of a once blazing sun, a garden of silent anguish now lies barren—a field where seeds of care and hope were expected to flourish but instead withered beneath a sky of neglect. The seasons turned, yet in that time, a storm of unseen contagion swept through, as if a misinterpreted omen had … Continue reading Tale of Neglected Warnings and Broken Umbrellas
Every generation sees the world through the lens of its own struggles. Those who have endured hardship often look upon those who have not with a mix of pride and frustration. “We suffered, we toiled, we endured. Why don’t they have to?”But this is the wrong question. The real question is: “Wasn’t this the goal?”The … Continue reading Tomorrow Was Meant to Be Brighter
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