The Infinite Starr

inner journey

  • The Drop That Forgot Its Size

    Rainy days always change the world. People don’t notice it because they are busy running from it. They pull jackets over their heads. They hurry toward doorways. They retreat into coffee shops and living rooms. Windshield wipers begin their hypnotic dance. Parking lots empty. Sidewalks lose their audience. The world becomes quieter. More honest. Rain…

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  • The Sweetness of the Dark

    Are the sleepwalkers afraid to go into the darkness? I think they are. Not because the darkness is dangerous. Not because something is waiting for them there. Because the darkness asks questions the daylight lets them avoid. The darkness is different when you’re strange. When you’re weird. When you’ve spent your entire life being told…

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  • The Only Adult at the Party

    Let’s be honest. It is not easy being whole on your own. People romanticize independence like it’s some shiny badge you wear on your chest. They don’t talk about the quiet weight of it. They don’t talk about what it feels like to crave depth in a room that prefers the lights off. You walk…

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  • The Ones Who Ask for Maps

    Some people are still standing in the forest,waiting for a voice to tell them which way is north.They move carefully, step by step,looking for signs, trails, markers, hands to point.They believe the path already existsand their only task is to find it. Others are swinging the axe.Not because they are angry,but because they are tired…

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  • The Sleepwalkers of the Machine

    Plenty of people will hate you in this lifetime—let them. It’s fewer names to remember, fewer voices echoing in the hollow halls of your mind. To be hated means you’ve disturbed the dreamers. You’ve become a light too bright for those content in the dark. Hatred, after all, is just a sign that you’ve stepped…

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