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Some nights pass unnoticed. Others mark you forever.
There was a night, years ago, when I stood at the edge of myself. It wasn’t one thing that brought me there—it was the slow accumulation of everything. The weight of expectations. The exhaustion of carrying more than I knew how to hold. The quiet kind of despair that creeps in when the world keeps demanding, and you no longer know what’s left to give.
I didn’t expect to be pulled back.
But then—something small, something human. A hand on my...
The spaces in life are where meaning lingers. They are the pause between words, the quiet between thoughts, the stretch of stillness between night and day. These spaces, often unnoticed, are where we come closest to understanding ourselves—not through action, but through presence.
The space between words isn’t empty. It’s where intent settles, where unsaid emotions take root. A word without a pause is rushed, shallow, incomplete. The silence in conversation—the hesitant breath before a...
They tell you to be yourself. They say it like it’s easy. Like it won’t tear you open and leave you raw in front of a world that doesn’t know what to do with vulnerability.
Being yourself sounds great until you’re standing there, exposed, and someone looks right through you. Or worse, they see you and decide you’re not enough. Too much. Too different. Too everything they weren’t expecting. And so you shrink, because that’s safer, right?
But the fear of being seen isn’t about them. It’s not...
it’s not a clean break.
it’s jagged edges,
the kind that catch your skin
when you think you’re through.
starting over smells like cheap coffee,
burnt toast,
a mattress on the floor
in a room with no curtains.
it’s a box you haven’t opened in months
because you know what’s inside,
and you can’t bear to see it.
they tell you it’s a blank slate.
but it’s not.
it’s a slate you tried to wipe clean,
but the chalk never really fades, does it?
some words stick.
some moments refuse to let go.
starting over is 3 a.m.
...
this love's the real deal, no cap
bending the universe to our will, like we got the map
stars aligning, dreams coming true
hearts beating as one, that cosmic glue
obstacles ain't shit, paths opening wide
our story's legendary, can't be denied
you're my treasure, my ride or die
love filling me up, no need to lie
together we'll reach the top, no doubt
build our world, through darkness and clout
every moment with you, pure elation
lifetime of bliss, no hesitation
so let the wind howl and birds sing
our...
Let’s stop pretending self-respect is free. It costs something. It costs everything.
It’s in the nights you walk away from what’s easy because it doesn’t feel right. It’s in the silence you choose when the words in your mouth taste bitter. Self-respect isn’t the grand speeches or dramatic exits. It’s the quiet decisions. The ones no one sees. The ones that tear you apart because you know staying, bending, would be easier. But you don’t.
It costs your comfort. Your place in the room. The...