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When The Mirror Remembered
I shaved my brows a certain way, and suddenly, the mirror felt like a time machine. The face staring back wasn’t the one I had learned to build — with its practiced angles, its quiet defiance, i...
Wherever There Is You, There Is Home
There are still days when I can’t fully understand how someone like you found your way to me — not by accident, not in passing, but with intention so gentle and real it softened parts of me I th...
White Noise
It’s terrifying how quickly you’ve become part of my every day. I barely knew you yesterday, and yet now, it feels like I’ve always known the sound of your voice, the way your presence settles i...
The Thin Line
Not wanting to love is a kind of stillness. It’s an untouched road stretching far into the horizon, where the air is quiet and nothing pulls at your feet. It is the refusal to plant a seed becau...
Fragments
It’s happening. I can see it—the slow splitting, the quiet fall of pieces too small to catch. I’m holding on, but it keeps slipping, grain by grain, like sand through the cracks in my fingers. E...
Thunderstorm
It’s like the universe understands what I’m feeling. The thunder, roaring from the clouds, just in time to sing to my sobs. The lightning, capturing this very moment, and the same moment in dif...
Lost
We’ve all lost something. Especially after losing someone we love. We lose a part of ourselves the moment we lose those who are lost. We become lost ourselves. They aren’t the only ones that’s l...
