I write to notice my life more closely. This space holds poetry, brief reflections, and pieces shaped by place and pause — the kind of writing that comes when I slow down enough to listen. Some of it is personal, some of it is observational.I write to remember, to release, and sometimes simply to mark that I was here, paying attention. This is a personal archive. You’re welcome to linger.
Do you dream where silence dwells,
Where unspoken stories weave their spells?
I hold my breath in the quiet ache,
Afraid to give, yet bound to take.
If I was yours, why fade away?
If not, why does your shadow stay?
A fragile truth, too sharp to keep—
I long for you, yet dare not leap.
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