The tide rolls in, the tide rolls back,
No promises made, no trail, no track.
The wind might whisper,...
It comes.That is what it does.
Pain. Loss. Time.It does not ask permission.It does not ask if I am ready.It...
Some people are just wired differently. No matter how much light enters their world, they always notice...
The midnight air, a shroud of silence,wraps the city in its hold.The moon, a widow draped in sorrow,casts...
A world without feeling is colorless stone,A kingdom of echoes, cold and alone.Laughter is thunder, love...
A cigarette is not just a cigarette. It is a pause, a brief escape, a reason to step away from things...
The walls lean too close—a room shrinking, folding inward,breath skimming its own echo.I press my palms...
I have watched the stars decay,not in hymns, not in clay,but in light’s long, silent fray,spilling truths...
In the late 1800s, Captain Finnley Wade was a name both revered and ridiculed among seafarers. A deep-sea...
Thought spills, liquid mercury,
slipping between the cracks of time,
curling into loops that whisper—
was...
A thought begins—a single spark,A whisper soft, a question dark.It twists, it turns, it bends, it sways,A...
—What is a thought?
A whisper in the dark. A ripple across the vast ocean of the mind. A fleeting shimmer...