The Infinite Starr

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  • Where the One Begins and Nothing Ends

    There is no stage anymore. No spotlight. No darkness waiting to be lifted.Just the awareness of something breathing in a place where lungs do not exist. I am awake, but not the way waking used to feel.There is no body to open its eyes, no mind to name the moment, no soul to crawl out…

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  • The Ones Who Read Between the Walls

    Some places remember us longer than we remember ourselves.Some doors keep the shape of a hand that once closed them.Some rooms still hum with old conversations, even after the voices have changed. You returned, not to reclaim anything, but to understand.To see if the imprint of the past still lived here in quiet corners —if…

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  • The Awakening of the Glass

    There once was a time when everything shimmered with mystery. When the air itself felt alive, and even silence hummed with potential. Before the awakening, before the glasses were put on, life was new—untamed, glowing at the edges. You didn’t yet know that truth could sting, that knowing could cost you softness. Back then, wonder…

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  • The Bed I Made

    This is my voice—the one you didn’t want to hear. The one you said tore holes in your calm, wounded your ego (you called it your heart), and echoed too close to your truth. I am the voice you silenced while pretending to listen, the one that whispered wake up while you slept soundly in…

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  • The Place Between the Clouds

    It’s a magical place between the clouds where all things are possible. Nothing heavy ever falls here. The air hums with the soft energy of creation, and every thought you have blooms into color. It never rains—because even the storms know they’re meant to dance, not destroy. It’s you, and you again. Layers of your…

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  • Horse of a Different Color

    There are hundreds of versions of you out there—some shining, some cracked,some filtered through the lens of people who never really knew you.Some carry mercy, others carry knives.And some are just echoes caught between what you wereand what you almost became. Somewhere out there,you’re living the life you wanted.The one you earned.The one that got…

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  • Train Headed Toward the Light (Notes from the Other Side of the Gospel)

    Few people know the real story. It stays tucked in the folds of smoke and half-remembered nights. The twists, the turns—who could’ve seen it coming? One bright day, I think it was Wednesday, everything just… tilted. No warning. Too late to turn back. There I was, knee-deep in the wreckage, half laughing, half done with…

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  • The Throne of Shadows

    You stand there with a blank stare in your eyes, a ghost of the power you once held. No one is listening anymore. No one cares to hear the cry of the one who cried wolf too many times. The room you built with your voice has become a tomb, and every echo only reminds…

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  • They Did Not Know

    They never asked where you came from. They walked into your abyss blind, as if it were their right to wander through a cathedral of shadows they could never comprehend. They claim to know you—your face, your laugh, your surface—but to know you truly, would they not first need the story of how you got…

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  • Ode to the Dreamer

    Deep in the forest, the shadows still sing. The branches hold whispers of lives left undone, yet you step inside with the ease of someone who has shed their chains. At the shore, yesterday’s troubles dissolve into laughter and echoes of family voices. We pretend, just for a moment, that there is no more work,…

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