
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…

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

Now the mirror shows a stranger I recognize. The same eyes, but deeper. The same hands, but steadier.

Another sunrise. Another chance to get it right. And I will. Because the fire’s back – quiet, controlled, mine.

It is not emptiness I feel, but fullness – a space within me that dreams, that stretches its hands toward something unseen, something yet…

Time and again, we push through the dark, through the endless turning of days, never surrendering, never undone.

You resist, but you will remember me with each fallen leaf, each brittle crack beneath your feet. You will see me in the dying…

My eyes, open to light, to the glisten of dew on blades of grass, to the dance of shadows across the ground, as if…

If only we could chase the sunset one last time and be certain of who you are to me and who I am to…

Your absence pulls the world apart – a thread unraveled from the fabric of the sky. I search for you in the curve of…