The Infinite Starr

mental-health

  • The Alchemy of Motion

    You don’t have time to worry about another person’s life when you’re focused on your own creation.Jealousy grows in the soil of stillness.It comes from the ones who haven’t moved in a while—who stand watching, comparing, doubting, while their own dreams collect dust. But you—you are in motion.You’re building a life that feels alive beneath…

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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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  • The Dream Inside the Dream

    It’s the dream inside the dream again—the most persistent one. The one that waits at the edge of sleep like a familiar ghost, holding open the curtain to the next act. Every night, it picks up where we left off, as if time itself decided to take a cigarette break and forgot to clock back…

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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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  • Witches Freezer

    There’s a strange silence that comes when apology no longer lives here.Not the silence of peace—no. It’s the kind that hums under the skin, the kind that follows lightning when the air still remembers being split open. Once there was a time of dimming the light so others could glow.Twisting into smaller versions, just to…

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  • Accountability

    Some people take root.They let the roots grow deep, twisting into time itself,while others walk around holding empty seeds in their palms,waiting for someone else to plant them.It’s strange how the ones you love never really run out—they just run from the mirror you became. They’ll say they left because they felt unheard,unappreciated, unloved.But what…

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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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  • Just Scream Duck(a gospel in reverse)

    It’s never “duck.”Autocorrect gets it wrong every time—but maybe it’s right in spirit.Because sometimes all you can dois scream “duck!”and hope you’re low enough when life swings. You ever notice how the Joneses never asked for the job?The world made them saints of suburbia,heroes of hustle,the holy grail of comparison.But no one ever asked if…

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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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