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01
30 Days of Me April 2026

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.

I Was Not Expecting You - The Fat Poet 02
30 Days of You March 2026

I Was Not Expecting You

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 grown
familiar,
only to have it broken by the sound of your laughter,
a sound that now echoes through my heart.

03
30 Days of You December 2025

Embers

Perhaps one evening, when
the blue hour has
fallen like a soft
cloak over our shoulders,
we will find ourselves
in that quiet center,
the sacred hinge between
day and night where
breath takes the shape
of prayer.

04
Musings November 2025

Crucible

If you come my way,
you do not choose me,
you choose you,
the you that has been calling
from deep inside the dust,
the you that has waited
like a slow dawn
unfurling behind the fog.

05
30 Days of Me November 2025

Rapids

A man fights many things in his life,
but the river inside him is not one to break
with fists.
You watch it.
You learn the shape of its current.
You drink your coffee and breathe.

06
Musings November 2025

Obsession

I cannot decide
whether I am following you
or being followed by the thought of you,
but the distance between us
shrinks and stretches
like a corridor that refuses
to stay one shape.

07
Musings November 2025

Beloved

I am only a man
learning to love you
the way the world loves the seasons:
completely,
hopelessly,
forever.

08
Musings November 2025

Lady of the Quiet Rain

You are the serenity
that travelers mistake
for chance,
the whisper a forest keeps
in the folds of its leaves.
There is a constellation
tucked into your gaze,
a patient flame,
not burning, but glowing,
like a truth that refuses
to shout.

09
30 Days of Me October 2025

Gratitude

Today I thank the simple things:
the spoon that rests,
the milk that bends into silk,
the sun leaning gently
through the window.

10
30 Days of You October 2025

Whatever This Is

And so
I let it be.
No forcing the current,
no rushing the sun.
Just one day,
then another,
on and on,
until whatever this is
becomes
what it’s meant to be.