Reflections
Thoughts that are far too long to be considered poetry…
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Time does not move in silence. It is shifts of light, in the way we carry ourselves through each passing day. Each one has a voice, a temperament, a way of holding the weight of existence differently. And somehow, we recognize ourselves in all of them. If Monday were a person, he would walk with…
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There’s a quiet lie we’re taught when we’re young, the idea that someone will always be there. That when things fall apart, someone will step in. That love will arrive at the right moment and pull us out of whatever we’re drowning in. At some point, everyone wakes up to the same realization: you cannot…
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They say truth is stranger than fiction—but fiction has always been more appealing. There’s something comforting about disappearing into a story. A place where everything is heightened, meaningful, dramatic. Where even the chaos feels intentional. We turn to books for escape, but sometimes it’s hard not to wonder what it would look like if life…
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Every day is called a fresh start, but change is more than waking up and deciding everything is different. Real change is quieter than that. It doesn’t always arrive with a clear beginning or a dramatic shift. Instead, it reveals itself in small, almost unnoticeable moments. These are the signs that something in your life…
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I was always told Wonderland was something strange and distant, tucked safely between the pages of a book. But the older I get, the more this world feels just as disorienting…just as… mad. Maybe it doesn’t look the same. Maybe there are no talking rabbits or queens shouting orders. But there are moments that make…
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We spend so much of our lives being haunted. By people who left. By versions of them that no longer exist. By the quiet question of what did I do to make them go? We replay their words and our favorite moments over and over, flipping through a stored memory book we know we shouldn’t…
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“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” – Leo Tolstoy One of my favorite lines in literature, but we are often more alike in our unhappiness than we realize. Each family’s pain manifests differently, in varying intensity, yet these truths exist in nearly every household. The saddest part…
Black Ink and Parchment 