confession

  • He was the confessional without the collar. No stained glass. No wooden booth. No priest waiting patiently on the other side of a little brass screen. Just a telephone that was almost always on speaker and a man who could never keep his sins inside his own mouth. Behind closed doors, they poured out. The…

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  • I did not arrive with horns and fire. I arrived with questions. That is how it always begins. Not temptation. Awareness. Once consciousness switches on, life stops being entertaining. Not because the world changes, but because the illusion collapses. Try watching a movie after that. You cannot sit still inside the story anymore. You see…

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