
The Proceedings
Later he spoke truthfully about grief, and the walls themselves seemed embarrassed for him. Someone coughed. Someone closed a ledger. No one looked him…

Later he spoke truthfully about grief, and the walls themselves seemed embarrassed for him. Someone coughed. Someone closed a ledger. No one looked him…

I have known silence with many. Heavy silence. The kind that asks to be survived. But with you even silence smiled. And I think…

Sometimes I think we have met already in another arrangement of sorrow, where the stars made no accusations and time did not feed on…

Days passed without measure. I stopped counting them. The noise in my head did not leave at once. It fought. It circled back. It…

I only stand here now, in this small crossing of lives, aware that I am late, but not lost. Because something in me recognized…

I do not come with clever sentences or the language of certainty. I come only with the small trembling truth that appears when someone…

I wasn’t expecting you, to find me when I was lost in thought, wrapped in my own solitude, content with the silence that had…

Exile is not being sent away, it is being forced to live where meaning still exists but permission does not. You feel it in…

When I say I love you time loosens its belt. The past stops arguing, the future leans closer to listen.