Some moments exist between. Between knowing and unknowing, between presence and absence, between one world and the next. These poems and musings belong to the spaces that defy definition, where the lines blur and meaning lingers in the in-between.
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My river of tears, the grief of lifetimes— the mourning song of all the versions who held it in far too long just to survive. A vigil for all the pain endured in silence.
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They say I choose how I feel, but my hands still tremble when ghosts walk by drenched in familiar smiles.
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A message sent in silence, in a chat meant to vanish, at the hour when fate leans in.
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Lavender dreams in my wake Which direction doth I take? Sage dons my fearless guide, Abreast with fears I must abide.
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Within the tangled copse of my mind where thoughts grow wild and unruly, a foreign melody weaves through the thickets— uninvited, yet impossible to ignore.
my letters from beyond the fire 