letting-go
-
Some people swear they do not need you right up until the moment life proves otherwise. They say they can live without you.Until the silence gets too loud.Until the bills stack up.Until nobody else answers the phone.Until they realize the person they called “the problem” was the one holding the whole damn ceiling up while…
-
Some people never realize the conversation ended three versions of you ago. They keep typing.Double text.Triple text.Paragraph after paragraph like they are still standing in a courtroom where somebody asked for their defense. Nobody asked. Nobody cares. The audience left halfway through Act One, but they are still center stage sweating under a spotlight nobody…
-
People make choices in their own lives. That is the part everybody wants to dance around like accountability is some kind of haunted mirror they are scared to look into too long. But let’s be honest. You knew from the beginning something was off. That is why you watched me your whole life. Closely. People…
-
There is a strange silence that happens when there is finally nothing left to bitch at. Not because life became perfect.Not because every problem vanished into some magical sunrise bullshit.But because one ordinary day you realize you are no longer emotionally available for your own suffering. You are not mad.Not sad.Not overly excited either. You…
-
There is something cold about realizing some people already had their last conversation with you and never even knew it. No dramatic goodbye. No slammed doors. No movie scene. Just you standing there in the middle of a regular Tuesday already emotionally packed and halfway gone while they keep talking like tomorrow is guaranteed. That…
-
There is a very specific type of confidence it takes to burn a bridge…While still standing on it…With no backup plan…And a gas can labeled “my ego said it was fine.” These are the same people who dramatically exit your life like they’re starring in a season finale…Door slam.Speech prepared.Voice shaking like they just discovered…
-
People who had access to you never really understood how unavailable you were to the rest of the world… until they became the rest of the world. That version of you… it felt easy, didn’t it? Before all of this. Before the awareness.Before the language.Before you started dissecting your own existence like it was something…
-
There was a timeyou could find me in the city—not lost… but loud. Moving fast enoughto mistake motion for meaning. Neon bleeding into the night,concrete holding the weightof a thousand restless souls,and I was one of them—heels on pavement,eyes always forward,hands always reachingfor something just out of grasp. Everything was there.Everything. At your fingertips, they…
-
There’s a strange thing about people who can’t move on. They don’t leave.Not physically. Not energetically. Not mentally. They just… reposition themselves. They stand outside windows that don’t belong to them anymore, convincing themselves they still recognize the furniture inside. They narrate lives they are no longer part of.They build entire stories off fragments they…
