poetry
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You can’t go forward, and you can’t go back. That’s the strange weight of it. You end up stuck somewhere in between—suspended in a time that doesn’t make sense. Out of sorts. Searching for a way out, but not out. Searching for a way in, but not in. Wanting to be anywhere other than here—and…
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You came here in search of an answer.Not the answer, mind you—just one that might scratch that itch you can’t stop picking at. The question has been nesting in your head for years, a restless bird with claws for feet. And yet, from where you stand, you’ll never understand it. If I told you the…
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You never loved me. You just wanted to own me. You didn’t fall in love with me.You fell in love with your reflection in my eyes.I was the canvas, you were the brush—but the painting was always your own face.You whispered sonnets soaked in sugar,but every word was a leash.You didn’t want a partner.You wanted…
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There you are—stranded in the middle of somewhere entirely new. Not lost. Just… placed. Set down in unfamiliar peace, scanning for the people, the places, the things that don’t rattle your nervous system. You’re not looking to be saved. You’re not interested in explaining yourself anymore. You’ve done the soul work. You’re not here to…
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The first entry in the journal begins. Enter the main-character era. From where I stand, it looks like watching winter tip into spring. A solitary figure steps over an unseen threshold, leaving behind the weight of old roles and unspoken suffering like a second skin. There’s no ceremony, no trumpet sound—yet everything changes the moment…
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You wake before dawn, throat raw from dreams that tasted like smoke and applause, half-guilty you enjoyed the flames. The sky is still drunk on stars when the crows start circling the backyard—sentinels that never bought the lie that ‘no one’s watching.’ You step outside barefoot, damp grass shocking your nervous system awake, and you…
