A house is wood, walls, and stone,

A roof to shield all, a space alone.

It stands in echoed silence, brick and beam,

With quiet halls that never dream.

A home is laughter in the air,

Warm hugs that chase away any despair.

It holds our secrets, keeps our tears,

And grows with us through all the years.

A house is painted, neat and tall,

But empty if there is no love at all.

A home is worn, yet sof...

The suit seals with a soft hiss.

Cold rubber presses gently against my skin,

and already, I feel the shift

the way the world quiets

before a baptism.

I step off the edge.

At first, the sea greets me softly,

warm skin slipping into cooler silk.

It smells like salt and rust,

like shipwrecked years

and something ancient watching beneath.

Light dances across the surface —

fractured gold.

It breaks ...

The door stuck a little when I pushed it open. Not surprising, things tend to forget how to work when they’re not used.

I stepped out slowly, blinking hard against the brightness. The sun hit me before I was ready, and for a second, I froze. Not because it hurt, but because it didn’t.

It was… warm. Not scorching. Just that deep, slow kind of warmth that sinks in. The kind that doesn’t just sit ...

Today, the sun rose just like it always does. That’s the strange thing… how normal everything looks when your world is quietly unraveling. My tea still tastes like mint, the neighbor’s dog still barks too much, and the light still catches the corner of my room in that golden hue.

But, I know what the scans said. And I know what the doctor meant when her voice got soft and careful, like she was ha...

cold days.

time feels fast, yet slow.

people seem to slowly change.

i’ve started realizing the small changes, or maybe changes that have always existed yet i’ve never found them so somehow strange.

everyone seems to have become monotonous.

my neighbor Anna, with her strawberry blonde curls and big blue eyes, her unique sense of humor and patience is slowly turning into something i’ve never seen f...

The burning fire stood ahead of us.

Heat glazed my face, making me choke out a cough.

I never wanted — or thought — this would happen.

An hour earlier, the smell of smoke hit my nose. I felt it creeping closer and closer.

I ran to my door, desperate to find out what was going on.

It was swollen shut, and no matter how hard I yanked, it wouldn’t open.

I started banging and yelling, trying to forc...

death follows us.

living isn’t always easy.

loosing our one life because of the shadow of death that creeps over you, thoughts that may take over to your mind.

don’t give in.

the thoughts, the sensations, the scenarios, the memories, the tears we shed from this.

don’t.

give.

in.

we think its easy to stay steady like a stream of silk flying in the wind.

we have new days, new starts one day it may...

I used to find no light.

No flowers.

I didn’t know what it meant to hold something beautiful, or let it hold me.

I was alone — and yes, I felt safe —

but not the kind of safe that protects you.

It was the kind of safety you build to protect yourself from the world,

from hope,

from trying.

I thought safety meant hiding from the light,

from the flowers.

From anything that could change me.

But somet...

Fear, fear never left me; it was an icy cold hand that held me hostage in a tight forceful grip. It felt like a thousand needles were pricking into me, my heart as always shuddering in my chest.

Fear is a dark presence, with its eyes black and always hidden, yet you might not see it's there. It is like a type of blackness that hides in the corner of your eye.

when I sense fear, it gets cold, c...