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 →

June 10, 2026 0

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 →

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