25 years without you.A lifetime with you in me. Somehow, both are true at the same time. There are days when 25 years feels impossible—like I’ve lived more of my life without youthan I ever got to with you. A whole childhood.A whole becoming.Versions of me you never got to meet. And I think about… Continue reading 25
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I Wish Heaven Had Visiting Hours
I wish heaven had visiting hours, so I could sit with you again, hear your voice, soft and steady, feel the comfort of your presence like I used to. I would sit across from you, watch you smile, watch your eyes light up at nothing at all, and remember how the world made sense when… Continue reading I Wish Heaven Had Visiting Hours
Behind the Mask
Tearless cries and silent screams Bleed through cracked walls of her mind, Invisible wounds that never clot, A haunting without a ghost— Just the echo of a soul unraveling. Voiceless acts of depression Carved into her days like scars in stone, She starves for meaning, Chokes on routine, Drinks poison disguised as normalcy. Acts that… Continue reading Behind the Mask