rebirth

  • The Beginning of the end.

    New Orleans is different before dawn. The drunks have mostly surrendered. The tourists are asleep beneath hotel sheets they will complain about at checkout. And the dead finally have the streets to themselves. I had one thing left to do before I left. The cemetery gates were still locked when I arrived, which felt appropriate.…

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  • Killing Zombies

    The headset goes dark before the world appears. For three seconds there is nothing. Then the floor vibrates beneath my boots. Rain. Cold, silver, artificial rain falling through a city that doesn’t exist. I can smell wet concrete. Nice touch. The abandoned street stretches ahead beneath broken neon signs. Cars sit crooked across intersections. A…

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  • Crossroads Again

    The mind will tell you things that are not true then make you responsible for the outcome. It is a terribly convincing liar. It knows your voice. That is its greatest advantage. It does not arrive like some villain dressed in black, dragging chains through the corridors of your thoughts. It does not announce itself…

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  • I stood there above your ghost, watching for months as the demons ravaged your body. Alone inside your own head, trying to figure out whether you were listening to the voices or becoming one of them. Tapping on the door three times before you turned the lights out, like a ritual, like superstition was the…

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  • The Rest Between Mountains

    There are nights when even the strongest souls grow weary. When the climb feels endless, and the view—no matter how breathtaking—no longer fills the ache that’s settled somewhere between your ribs and your willpower. You look at the mountain and whisper, not tonight. There’s a strange beauty in surrendering to stillness. In stepping off the…

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  • 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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  • 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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