tragic love

  • Borrowed Time

    Love never arrived when I was looking for it. It kicked the door open while I was distracted living. The first time, I was too young to understand what it was. The second time ended more like a horror story about a dog whose life was more important than mine, with the perpetrator playing the…

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  • The Shadows Between

    Comfort is not always found in the warmth of the sun. Sometimes it waits in the dark spaces between this and that, in the hushed corridors of the in-between. These are places where shadows roam freely, where secrets linger behind half-shuttered eyes, and where the cobwebs in forgotten corners glisten like veils. The dark is…

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