I wear a mask stitched from quiet smiles, carefully fitted, carefully fastened not because I want to lie, but because truth feels like walking barefoot over broken memory. There are rooms inside me I’ve never invited anyone into dusty corners, locked drawers, stories I learned to carry like secrets so they couldn’t be turned into weapons. I’ve seen kindness b » Continue Reading
Paper Wings I loved the idea of you— A castle of words built in solitude, A face traced in dreams. When morning came, the castle crumbled, And I stood alone, Clutching the ashes of an illusion » Continue Reading
I wait for her the way dawn waits behind the hills quiet, glowing faintly, wanting so badly to rise where she can see me. Her laughter brushes past me like fingertips I almost feel, sweet enough to chase, sharp enough to keep my heart tender. I watch her love another, her smile settling into someone else’s arms as if it always belonged there. And still, I stay. My chest holds its small, stubborn » Continue Reading