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The Mind I Grew Up In
I used to play where silence lay,Before the voices found their way.A toy box world, a cereal grināThen something shifted deep within. They said itās you, donāt be afraid,But fear was all the voices made.They whispered loud, they wouldnāt veer,They lived in thought, they fed on fear. Too young to name the storm I felt,Too…
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aloneā¦
Contact Me Donāt forgetāyouāre important.Youāre here for a reason.Not to be overlooked, not to fade into the background.Youāre meant to be part of this world, not just passing through it.Your presence matters.Your voice, your choices, your storyāthey shape the space around you.Youāre embedded in this life, in ways you might not always see.But youāre here.And…
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Remeber
āDont leave your coffee for to long. Youāll be surprised when itās cold. ā this has nothing to do with coffee.ā
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Once when
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?Contact Me I think my first time was when the love slipped awayāfrom the child I was to the young man I became.When the laundry sat untouched.When dinner no longer filled the air with warmth.When the house stayed clean, but the comfort…
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My soul is a graveyard.
My spirit hums its own elegy, low and uninvited.I wear this flesh like a curseāskin that wonāt split, bones that wonāt break,a heart that wonāt quit. I am rot wrapped in ritual,kept breathing by a pulse that mocks me.This body wonāt die,and I donāt liveāI endure,because death wonāt take me.
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Survival ghostwalking.
What details of your life could you pay more attention to? You wake up with the same ache, same hollow, same damn mask.Existing means dragging breath through days that forgot your name.Because survivingā¦is staying alive long after your reason packed up and left.
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The Hollow Below
In the crooked town of Elderās Moor,Where lanterns hiss and children snore,The cobblestones remember screamsThat echo still in fever dreams. A chapel stands with doors sewn shut,Its bell long gone, its altar cut.The priest was found with eyes of glassāHeād seen too much, and spoke too fast. The forest near is never still,It hums with…
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Where did the Beautiful go.
Contact Me You keep running through my mind, an echo of laughter and whispers that linger in the corners of my thoughts. I find myself searching for that part of my heart you took with you, a piece that feels forever lost, leaving a void that resonates with your absence. Nothingāno word, no signāhas come…
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Honestly Honest
What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself? We all strive, in our own way, to become the best version of ourselves. Some stumble, some drift, and some never botherābut for me, honesty and purity have been my compass since childhood. Iāve never been one to sugarcoat. You may not always like what…
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Cabin fever
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail. Contact Me I think the answer has always been a log cabin. Itās been on my bucket list for yearsāsimple, timeless, and deeply meaningful. Sure, it takes serious labor and skill, but what an accomplishment it would be. People have built them for…
It comes to me like a shadowā I canāt see. Writing is my euphoria. Ride wild. ~~~
