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I Want to Stay Human
This Grief is a Guesthouse
It didn't knock. It didn't wait to be invited. It just came in, sat down in the middle of everything. At first, I resisted. Tried to move it, manage it, make it smaller. But grief doesn't...
After The Rain
You don’t walk in from the rain and find warmth waiting. The dampness lingers, The chill does not leave at the door. But you can do the...
Pages We Borrow
The reality is, nothing is yours to keep forever. So, you borrow time, love and joy. You check them out like books from a library. You try not...
Presence beyond distance
As I looked outside the window tonight, the soft glow of the moon caught my attention. I could see the moon staring back at me with so much...
The Doors Were Never Closed
I thought I had missed it— the chance, the timing, the right version of me. I thought I needed to be more certain, more steady, less flawed. But...