Some move through the worldwith an openness that unsettles others.Real vulnerability is rarely metwith neutrality—it is either admired or dismissed,seen as strength or failure. But…
Always the Poet
Month: February 2025
I pull the air from your lungs,and you, unaware, cannot exhale.It hangs here,like the distance between stars—a gap you cannot touch,a void you can only…
The air presses,a weight I can’t shake—like a curtain that never rises,the weight of bodies built to blind,something heavy,something rotting.Time tugs at the edges,but it’s…