• The Architecture of Almost

    There are things in this worldthat do not disappear.They simply becomepart of the landscape. The river forgets the shape of its banks,yet carries the memory of every stonethat changed its course. The wind moves through an empty house,touching curtains,finding its way through roomswhere laughter once lived. And nothing has to happenfor the house to remember.…

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  • Say You’ll Stay

    I used to believethat beautiful thingswere only passing through. That love could find youin the most unexpected ways,make a home inside your heart,and still leavewithout looking back. So I learned to be carefulwith the things I wanted.To hold my hopes quietly.To never let myself believein something so completelythat losing itmight break me again. And then…

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  • What Matters Most

    We spend our livespolishing the outside, mistaking shine for substance, believing the house,the clothes,the title,the moneywill somehow make us enough. We measure ourselvesagainst what the world calls valuable. Who has more.Who has less.Who belongs. And then one day,another person youlove is gone. And suddenly,none of it matters. No one remembersthe title beside your nameor how…

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  • Pieces

    Piece by piece,after every heartache,after every goodbye,I thought I was losing myself. I thought love had taken pieces of me,until I became a womanmade of empty spaces. So I went lookingfor someone to make me whole. I loved peoplewho couldn’t love the parts of meI was still learning to love.And every time they left,I counted…

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  • Twilight

    twi-light the period between daylight and darkness Life has an eternal presence of twilight. Never light, nor dark. Happy and sad. A sense of being between two extreqmes. Always in the middle. There is a quiet battle every evening as the sun begins its descent beyond the horizon. Day refuses to surrender, while night slowly…

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  • Down The Page

    You used to live in my favorites. Right at the top. I never had to look for you. And then today,in the quiet of an ordinary morning,I found myself laughing at a message from a friend, and thought of you without hurting. When I searched for your name,I had to scroll and then scroll again.…

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