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.
Reclamation
Bone Weary Sonic Dreams
Fatigue vibrates in my core A hum beneath my skin. A weary echo, pulsing low, A song I cannot dim
Beacon of an Awakening
Exhaustion is my name, crisis is their blatant scheme. No rules, no breaks, no mercy— the same storm, a ceaseless theme.
The Ghosts We Carry
How many times have I been a whisper, a fleeting sonder passing by, a ghost of weight, of battles fought, a light reborn where ruins lie?
The Light Within
Awakened to a world I no longer recognize Where truths unravel, Cloaked in veils of lies.
With Arms Wide Open
Most days my thoughts feel like a mess. It does not make me any better nor any less. A crazy puzzle, pieces scattered on the floor, Sometimes I wonder if I’ll make sense any more.
A Crossroads for Humanity
A year of the Dragon’s fierce reign, Now arise the Serpent’s coiled, quiet claim. What feels like years, just nine days in, Grief carves deep lines upon my skin.
Tapestry of Light
I spoke, but the wind exhaled my words away whispering them to the leaves instead.
my letters from beyond the fire 