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
poetry
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Late
I only stand here now, in this small crossing of lives, aware that I am late, but not lost. Because something in me recognized something in you as if the universe, despite its endless distance, still knew how to bend two separate paths into a single moment.
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Masha
I do not come with clever sentences or the language of certainty. I come only with the small trembling truth that appears when someone begins to matter.
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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.
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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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Luna
You are the quiet moon, Luna you speak little, but each word turns the earth beneath me.
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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.
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I Smile For You
I smile for you, because love, when it’s true, is stronger than loud thunder, gentler than falling leaves, patient as the deep roots, clinging to mountain’s dark heart.
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What Mends
Your pretty smile is a hush beneath thunder, a gentle harbor in the stresses of man’s days. The world shouts, breaks, and tumbles – but you, you are the smile that mends it.
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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.