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.
I wandered deep into your eyes,
A maze of stars and hidden lies.
Your touch, a flame both fierce and cold,
Your words, a map I couldn’t hold.
Adrift, I search for what was true,
A love that binds, a path to you.
But shadows linger, hearts betray—
I’m lost in love, a castaway.
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