I used to think starting over was something people did in their twenties. Back then, reinvention looked cinematic in my head. A new city. A dramatic goodbye. A montage set to hopeful music. Something decisive enough to divide a life cleanly into before and after. But real beginnings, I’ve learned, are much quieter than that.... Continue Reading →
There is a quiet kind of strength in no longer needing your life to hurt in order for it to feel meaningful. And maybe adulthood, at its gentlest form, is simply this: Learning that peace is not emptiness. It is safety. It is enoughness. It is finally being able to sit in a quiet room without feeling the need to destroy yourself just to hear something louder.
I used to think pain was the only honest thing I could write about. Heartbreak made everything louder. Songs sounded deeper. Nights felt longer. Even silence had weight to it. There was always something to bleed onto paper—someone to miss, something to regret, some version of myself standing in the ruins of almost. And maybe... Continue Reading →
You left, and for a whilemy sky forgot how to arrange its stars—not shattered, not ending,just unlearning your orbit. There was a night that lingered too long,where even constellations felt like memory,and I, small beneath them,mistook darkness for permanence. But even night obeys a deeper law—Eos still rises, no matter how longNyx holds the horizon... Continue Reading →
For months, I kept silent. Not because I wanted to hide, but because I didn’t understand. I didn't have the words to explain why entire afternoons would slip away without memory. Why, sometimes, I would look in the mirror and not recognize myself. Why I would float above conversations, watching myself speak as if I were someone else. Why my world would suddenly feel dreamlike, muffled, distant. And why, despite it all, I kept telling myself: “Maybe I’m just tired.”
In every pause, in every break, between the strides I’m bound to take, I feel the echo of your song, a warmth that holds when nights feel long.
A dark and stormy night does come once more,A shroud of sadness wraps around my heart,A pain that’s all familiar, I abhor,A cycle that I hoped I’d played a part. I thought that I had conquered it, but no,It rises again, a towering wave,And all my efforts, I’m starting to know,Have proven worthless, powerless to... Continue Reading →
i cannot quiet all the voices inside my head; they all tell me all the things i so truly dread. pictures of the past these voices vividly paint to taunt my current state of emotional restraint. they chain my heart and mind to uncertainty, telling me all these newfound hopes will go badly. i brave... Continue Reading →
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