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Category: Writing and Poetry
You’re still there. In the back of my thoughts, in the shadow behind every quiet moment. Even now— after everything. And I don’t know why I can’t let it go. Maybe because the image I held of you was never really you anymore. Maybe because I kept loving a memory that stopped being real long before I could admit it. They say love survives anything. But we didn’t. We di » Continue Reading
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Category: Friends
I don’t know when it happened— when I stopped feeling like part of the group and started feeling like background noise. A familiar face with nothing left to say. It’s strange, because this used to be home. These people, this rhythm of laughter and inside jokes— they used to hold me. Now it’s like I’m just there, on the edge, watching a version of something I used to belong to. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I avoid things. Not because I don’t care, but because I care too much, and it terrifies me. Even the things I love— I leave them. Half-finished, half-reached, left behind like echoes in a locked room I can never seem to open again. It’s like I’m always standing on the edge of something good and stepping backwards anyway. Not because I want to fall, but because somewhere in » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
There’s a part of me that still lives in that moment— where everything felt soft, and you were close enough to believe in. I know now we were never meant to stay. That life has its own map, its own cruel geometry that splits people apart no matter how tightly they hold on. But I cared. I care. Not in the loud, dramatic way. More like a quiet ache that lingers in the » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Lately, I’ve been afraid. But not of anything I can name. Not of darkness, or death, or being left behind. It’s different. It’s waking up with a weight on my chest, before the day has even started. It’s walking through familiar rooms that suddenly feel unfamiliar, like the walls are watching me breathe too loud. It’s silence that isn’t peaceful, and noise that » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
There’s an emptiness I carry. But not the kind they write songs about— not romantic, not poetic. It’s quieter. Heavier. Like a hollow that breathes beneath my ribs, patiently eating its way through me. I wake up with a knot in my chest and no name for it. I don’t want to eat. Not because I hate food, but because I feel like I don’t deserve to feel full. I don’t want to be » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
My love, There are moments, quiet and endless, when your name slips from my lips without me meaning to speak. As if my heart remembers what my mind tries so hard to forget— you. I don’t know how to silence it. It calls for you over and over like a prayer lost in the wind, soft, desperate, aching. And here I am, again, struggling with thoughts that won't l » Continue Reading
Category: Life
I want love— I swear I do. The soft kind, the kind that holds instead of haunts. But every time it knocks, I flinch, as if kindness is a weapon I don’t know how to survive. I dress my wounds before they bleed, run from warm hands and crash into the cold, again, again, as if I’m wired to break my own heart before someone else can try. I tell my » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
You arrive without knocking. No warning, no reason I can name— just the sudden weight of your presence, settling on my chest like a stone dipped in fire. You burn me quietly, from the inside out. My skin tightens. My heart stutters. My thoughts trip over each other, racing nowhere, building stories from shadows, and fears from nothing at all. I feel a lump in m » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Silence hums softly in the breath of dawn, Where yesterday's battles have all but gone. The wind holds its whisper, the sky holds its hue, And peace wraps the morning in shimmering dew. Each heartbeat echoes in gentle repose, A rhythm of grace where the stillness grows. No sorrow to chase, no shadow to flee, Just moments of calm cradling me. You etched no wound, but a quiet embrace, A warmth unsp » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I crave— but I wait. Lips parted with silence, hands curled around emptiness like it might turn into something warm. I love— but I fear. Because love, to me, is a trembling thing— a fragile flame I dare not breathe too close to, in case it vanishes like all the rest. I hate— but I need. The ache, the hunger, the dizzying ache of being seen, even if only for a second. » Continue Reading
Category: Life
There’s a kind of silence that doesn’t need sound. It settles in your bones, in the pauses between heartbeats, in the space between you and the world that always feels just a little too far away. I ache— not from pain, but from absence. From the shape of arms that never held me, from the warmth of a voice that never spoke my name like it meant home. I want to be touched » Continue Reading
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