cosmic cycles

  • The Key at the Front Door

    Everybody is willing to hate you until they need you again by then the relationship has changed. Not ended. Changed. There is a difference. Endings have funerals. Flowers. Black dresses. Dirt thrown over something everyone has agreed is dead. Change is crueler. Change leaves the body sitting at the dinner table. It lets the conversation…

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  • For a long time, something lived in the dark. Not the kind of darkness you see when the lights go out, but the kind that sits quietly in the corners of your life. The kind that whispers doubts. The kind that keeps certain doors closed without you even realizing it. You carry on with your…

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