I am not waiting for love. I am learning how to stop mistakinga lighthouse for a harbor. For years, I chased constellationswith a compass that spunwhenever lonelinesspretended to be north. I called every familiar ache destiny.Every storm, a sign that I was sailingtoward someone. But the sea does not rewardthose who confuse survivalwith arrival. So... Continue Reading →
The Artifacts of What Once Was
There are objects in my life that have outlived the relationship they came from. Not because I forgot to throw them away. Not because I am holding on. They simply remained. A sweater hanging among my clothes. A leather jacket folded neatly in a cabinet. A bookmark resting between pages I have long since reread.... Continue Reading →
IX The Hermit
In solitude's embrace, I find my peace,away from clamor, turmoil's ceaseless roar,within the silence, my anxieties release,as tranquil solace fills my heart's core. No longer bound by suffocating wallsthat once confined my spirit, crushed and small,I roam free, where quiet peace enthrallsin the vast expanse, I find my call. Escaping from the city's grip so... Continue Reading →
