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 tender heart abandoned and betrayed, Once steady nerves now shattered and decayed. Anguish and despair, searing and unfiltered, Leaving me lost and bewildered.
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I spoke, but the wind exhaled my words away whispering them to the leaves instead.
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A glass of fire, both bitter and sweet, Whiskey in hand, now tainted, not so neat. Shards of trust deeply cut, their edges raw A sudden plunge, a pit I never saw.
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Lost in a sea of clichés drifting on phrases worn thin, where every “it’ll be okay” feels like a stone tied to my skin.
my letters from beyond the fire 