The Infinite Starr

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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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  • 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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  • The Neon Watchtower

    Somewhere in the night, under a flickering neon sign that hums like a dying prayer, the answer waits.It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t wave you in.It just glows—cold, patient, and already knowing you won’t listen. There are no friends on these streets.Only hands that reach out to take,eyes that scan for weakness,souls too cracked to hold…

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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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  • The Counsel of Shadows

    You should never take advice from those who have never walked the ground you wish to claim. Their words, though wrapped in the guise of care, are often poisoned by envy or ignorance. From their perspective, your climb is too steep, your will too fragile, your vision too unworthy of belief. And if they do…

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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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  • The Season of Becoming

    Some mornings demand pink skies, veiled in drizzle just long enough to remind us that fall is on its way. The rain clears the air, washing away what clings to us, making space for what must come. It is not just weather—it is omen. Winter stands at the horizon, a dark sentinel, offering us the…

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