InklessI love books too much, maybe to the point where it’s no longer love. Maybe it’s obsession. Maybe it’s ego. Maybe it’s some weird hybrid of…20h ago20h ago
RequiemI rarely cry for myself, except when i’m angry. Not because it didn’t hurt, but because I learned how to grieve without sound. How to carry…1d ago1d ago
UnbotheredNight is a funny thing. Thoughts pull in like trains with no schedule or destination. Just this rhythmic crashing through the silence.2d ago2d ago
Not AgainMy brother said I don’t really want to die. He said I just want to be not in pain. I wonder for a minute like that’s still a real option…Jul 3Jul 3
UnwrittenThere’s that old Asian folklore about the red string of fate. How we’re bound, life after life, to people we’re meant to meet. But I’ve…Jul 1Jul 1
