He drew the world not as it is— but as it might be travelled. Lines stretched taut like tendons across the muscle of oceans;…
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Maginot Maginot The walls were thick with will— not strength, not steel. We laid them down like pronouns in a grammar of fear, fluent…
1 CommentWords collect like morning dew on leaves— offered, absorbed, refracted— a quiet exchange in the rhythms of being. Voices scatter across a vast terrain…
1 CommentThe river speaks in hushed tones, its currents thick with secrets, folding into themselves— the weight of unspoken histories dredged along the silt. …
1 CommentUnmoored, drifting— a face blurs against window reflections, is it mine? A stranger’s? No matter. Streetlights flicker in shallow pools, mirror-puddles swallowing neon, while a…
1 CommentI will not let the weight of old winds bend your wings any longer. You will soar, not for escape, but for discovery. We…
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Tears mixed with rain, Blood mixed with wine, And the blankest face covered by the glory if the moon. Wind overpowers little flames, Glasses shunning…
Leave a CommentA gentle smile, a steady tone, kindness held with careful grace. No harsh rejection, no retreat, just warmth that time will not erase. A hand…
1 CommentA soul refrains from distant quests, Throne, temple, summit—all forsaken. The answer dwells, soft-spoken, near, Its whispers carried on dawn’s breath. Kindness becomes…
1 CommentThe tides still reach though hands grow thin, Oars lie quiet where once they’d been. From spade to sail, from heart to shore, A…
1 CommentVelveteen Rabbit: left forgotten on the floor, overlooked, shy, sawdust-made, snubbed by the grand and mechanical, a world of prideful toys, and absent understanding.…
1 CommentWaves of fresh wind dance, stirring thought, Sunlight strikes, and skies shift, darkened and undone. The canopy of words ripples, foliage alive, in…
1 CommentIn hushed moments, where whispers gently drift, As shadows play beneath the moonlit haze. The world stirs softly, cradled in its gift. Each heartbeat…
1 CommentHistory does not pause for breath, it moves like morning, inevitable yet unnoticed. We carve decisions into it, rough edges and second guesses,…
1 CommentThey tell us to hold steady, keep the ground firm, but the ground itself shifts— silent adjustments beneath the weight of old decisions. Change…
1 CommentThe street moves beneath us, shifting without command, we say we walk freely, but the road has already been carved. Someone chose its shape…
Leave a CommentSecrets remain shrouded, unspoken, yet I see them seep into the spaces between breaths. Truth, as it stands, refuses the grasp of words— it…
1 CommentSecrets are secret Truth cannot expound Everything is vanity No comfort to be found Truth is relative or so it is, they say Life…
Leave a CommentO Lord of ecstasy, of frenzy, of the unstoppable tide, Look upon this withered world and laugh! They have traded crowns for shackles, Strength…
Leave a CommentThe winds howl their raucous decree, Sea-born gods bellow—wild, unshackled! Foam-crested steeds surge forth, Brazen, unbridled, shattering silence! The song of the deep erupts—…
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