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I give up. And I mean that from the deepest, darkest corners of my heart. Not on life. Not on myself. Not on the future I have spent so long dreaming of. This is not a final goodbye, nor is it a surrender to the darkness. It is a promise. A quiet vow to the person I have spent far too long… read more
I float where twilight spills its violet sighs, Carrying echoes of moments that slipped through my hands. Moonlight drapes the night like a forgotten lullaby, Do the stars ever mourn the hearts that wander alone, or simply watch them vanish?
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV) 1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: 2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep and… (edited) read more
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Dear God, Are You listening? Please, do not try to fix me. Not yet. There is no remedy for this, and I am not ready to be whole again. Just sit with me for a while in this hollow, jagged space between existing and aching. I need You to see what has become of Your child. Somewhere in the wreckage… (edited) read more
Should I love the warmth you showed me, or curse the cold you left behind? When you stood beside me, the world felt whole— as if my soul had found its echo in yours, as if the universe leaned closer just to listen. In your presence, love looked real. It breathed, it smiled, it wrapped itself… read more
I left my freezer open. I lost duck stock, blueberries, river prawns, ribs, and more. Just came to mourn to some foodies that cook . 😭😭 (edited)
I wake to the phantom weight of him, a ghost that settles in the empty chair, in the sudden quiet of a room that knows his name. I miss the way he crowded the air— I miss the warmth of a fire that, in the end, only burned. But there is a difference between longing and surrender. I have learned to… read more
In the forest where the night forgets the shape of gentle things, she wanders with a hollow breath that chills the air it sings. Her gown—once pure as whispered vows— now drips with rusted fate; a crimson stain upon her chest marks love turned into hate. Her fingers curl like dying roots, her… read more
After thirty-six years, I’ve reached a point where I’m actually worried about myself. Not because I feel nothin, but because I feel too much, too early, and then shut it all down. I’ve realized how hard it is for me to truly love anything, whether it’s a new hobby I’ve dreamed about or a person who… read more
There is a peculiar kind of grief that does not wish death upon a person, but upon the version of them that continues to haunt the heart. I loved him with such abandon that sometimes I catch myself wishing he would disappear into the mythology of my past—not because I want him gone, but because I… read more
Sipping on tired dreams; they visit in almost sleep at an edge of wake, I almost hate that I know this place an unwelcomed guest at empty spaces in my chest I longed to believe I was long since through with this that I had stripped the mourn from my ascriptions and saw to the real freed from hope… read more
The autumn air grows crisp among the stones, And leaves like rust lie scattered on the ground; The mausoleums guard their ancient bones, While dusk draws slowly every shadow round. Engraved names softened beneath the rain, Marble seems to mourn the pain it can not know; The wind moves softly… read more
We all go through bad moments, but one thing is for sure, they don't last forever. The problem is, sometimes our mind says stuck there, the bad relationship already ended and we carry on with the bad feelings for years (if not for life), the tough episode is over and we tend to mourn forever.… read more
Dreamers go down, To sleep to dream. Aye but to dream Is to seek dawn in dusk. But to sleep is seek dusk in dawn. A dreamer knows not where they'll go, They dream and dream and dream once more. To seek what once was a dream forlorn, To seek what once was a chthonic morn. A dreamer can dream… read more
Two lovers died, Two lovers all alone, A friend lied, All this happened on Halloween. A child survived, Turned into a guinea pig. No one cried, No could mourn, it had to be done. And the stories go on, Living life as a legacy. Legal adoption in autonomy, No one died in his mind, they weren't… read more
"Let us not be like the unthinking nine, whose hearts were untouched by the mercy of God. God is love. He has a care for the creatures He has formed. “Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him.” “Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that… read more
Horror and historical fiction. Two of my favourite genres are combined in Dracul, a novel written by Bram Stoker's great-grandnephew Dacre Stoker and some guy named J. D. Barker. Our protagonist is Bram Stoker himself, and most of the characters inhabiting the novel were either his close relatives… read more
If more of us cherished warmth over wealth, laughter over legacy, and shared bread over buried gold… the world would ache a little less. Do not wait for loss to teach you what matters. Too many spend their lives hoarding things that cannot love them back, only to find at the end that their hands… read more
30-day eviction notice just dropped. What’s the move? Do I spend the last month packing like a mature adult, or do I give the room a proper farewell tour? Like, “Here’s where I overthought everything. Here’s where I made bad decisions. Here’s where I swore I was changing my life at 2:14… read more
View is Restricted To start with the iceberg, scratch only the tip—one notices tone, tension and subtle expression, while another sees nothing beyond danger or opportunity ahead. Perception is Incomplete Biology filters. Memory distorts. Pressure of the present narrows attention. The mind is… (edited) read more
As I sit in black abyss Memories become remiss Of love unknown shattered torn Looking back makes me mourn For definition did not exist How much i had missed Now I know with knowledge gained What real love is to try again
If I never fall in love there will be no one to mourn no ghost to ache for in the quiet no name to whisper into the dark No one to miss no one to reach for when the world tilts and time forgets me no hands to hold mine against the storm no voice to steady me when I falter And yet perhaps that is… read more
Everyone tells us to move on, as if grief were only about the things we’ve lost. But what about the things you never got to have? What about the life you spent months or years building in your mind? The life that felt close enough to touch until suddenly it wasn’t. How do you mourn a future that… read more
Do you mourn them, the routine you built with them or the future you so desperatley wanted
If there’s nothing through your door, let the quiet sweep the floor, clear the corners of your waiting, dust the webs of wanting more. Leave a chair beside the window, set a cup for passing chance, open space the way a heartbeat opens seconds into dance. Do not mourn the empty… read more
Steven woke up to find himself covered in a blanket. He must have fallen asleep sitting at some point, he thought. That wasn’t unusual for him — not recently, anyway — but this time was different. Pixel’s head was resting on his lap, and she was fast asleep, tucked under the duvet. As someone who… (edited) read more
You went home a year ago... The week before was your birthday... Two weeks, I was forced to come to the reality you would never answer my calls again... That next week, no birthday song with your comforting baritone... I wasn't ready. I hated the "I'm so sorry for your loss"... the "Your father… read more
Pictures of me and you reel around my thoughts two by two I mourn the lovely melancholic memories They prick like thorns draw blood for you to use To paint warm watered shores pouring adoration through and through Blurred visions parade an outline that's not quite false and masks what's true
