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One day, you’ll draw your last breath, and the wind will still comb through the grass, and Morning will break over the fields Coffee will warm in somebody’s hands, The road will keep unspooling toward the horizon like it never knew your name Those messages you stared at until midnight, those people who left without… Read more

Jesus did not condemn Judas with cruelty.He did not humiliate Caiaphas, the high priest. He offered mercy even to the repentant thief beside Him on the cross Jesus does not teach His followers to expose, shame, or destroy others. He teaches us: “Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so… Read more

She wore it, very literally, and as it draped at her throat, and pressed to her chest: It listened It learned the very beat of her heart, the count between breaths and the exhales of firmness It has become one with her very being, and as it changes hands and ownership it carries the echo… Read more

Flower by flower, she answered, petal by petal, a softer language grew between us What began as a single bloom became a quiet devotion, a patience laid gently over skin and silence Each blossom found its place as if it had been waiting there, each one a small yes taking shape in the light I… Read more

Sometimes I wonder if God can even hear me, a phrase said by hundreds of thousands, even biblical heros of faith Me, well, because I stopped believing in Him but because I’m tired of praying for things that never seem to change asked for peace, but my mind is still restlessprayed for certain people to… Read more

If your emotions don’t match mine,don’t mock mine, If mine don’t match yours,don’t pathologize yours.. Shut up and let it be You’re not a hunter, you’re not a butcher, yet you still eat the meat, wear the leather, then act shocked when others do the same Hypocrite… Let it be Every comment becomes your stage:… Read more

I can’t see past this, the fog is too thick, and the light only breaks through in scattered spots, here and there I’m not even angry anymore; Only tuirse; and my weariness has settled deep in my bones, even in my prayers I ask heaven for simple things: not riches, not miracles per se, only… Read more

She stands in the hush before thought becomes breath, her presence gathered from shadow, warmth, and stillness The water holds her like a private hymn; reeds, dusk, and weathered light keep their distance, as here is something old in her composure Something Gothic in the way silence clings to her, although the air around her… Read more