The Cabin
Days passed without measure. I stopped counting them. The noise in my head did not leave at once. It fought. It circled back. It tried to make itself important. But the woods are patient. They do not argue. They outlast.
The collection
Awakening
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Exile
Exile is not being sent away, it is being forced to live where meaning still exists but permission does not. You feel it in moments that misfire: a laugh arriving too early, a thought addressed to no one, a warmth with no object. The field remains intact. Only access is revoked.
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Pause
When you were with me, you spoke more honestly, laughed more freely, as if you knew even then it wouldn’t last forever, loved more bravely, and believed, if only for a while, that tenderness could survive in this world.
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Life Beyond The Stars
I have loved with the gravity of planets clung to bodies as if they were lifeboats sailing toward the infinite hush
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Mirror
Now the mirror shows a stranger I recognize. The same eyes, but deeper. The same hands, but steadier.
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Second Wind
Another sunrise. Another chance to get it right. And I will. Because the fire’s back – quiet, controlled, mine.
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Awakening
My eyes, open to light, to the glisten of dew on blades of grass, to the dance of shadows across the ground, as if the earth itself breathes, stretching, stirring, and I am part of its waking, alive in every quiet miracle, every whisper of the world.
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All Good Things
Be grateful. For the breath that fills your lungs, for the silence that cradles your thoughts, for the gift of this moment – unpaid, unpromised, but yours entirely.
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How can I tell you
This love of ours is the weight of every lifetime the children we bore, the joys we shared, the dreams that filled our hearts. I have loved you through it all, and as I sit here now, I feel the same love burning inside me, as if no time has passed at all.