Between waking and dreaming The mind cannot distinguish between waking and dreaming; to it, everything is real, and everything leaves a lasting impression.That is why fear returns at night, even when I believe I have reached a perfect calm. It comes back not because peace is false, but because fear…
Author: Nel
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My own love.
What I truly feel There is something more than magical in finally recognizing that connection I once imagined as a distant promise. Even when the warmth of his body becomes too much on certain nights, or his snoring breaks the fragile thread of sleep, there is a deep peace in…
Resilience
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Falling Inward
When the mind collapses inward, the soul searches for somewhere to hold on. Where am I? In what fold of the world did I come undone without noticing? The years have slipped through me like water between my fingers, leaving behind only the warm hollow of what once was—a hollow…
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Ouroboria
A dream where the shadow woke again. I awoke with a knot in my throat, drenched in tears that felt older than my own memories. It was as though the night had wrung from me everything I had refused to feel, placing it in my hands, demanding I write before…
Resilience
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Where Silence Burns
The Echo of What I Never Said Anger burns in my chest like a coal that never dies. Sometimes I think I could live there forever, in that silent fire that consumes everything, in that heat that devours from the inside out. Other times, I think of doing what I’ve…
Letters Never Sent
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To the One I Still Dream Of
A love letter to the absences that still live in our dreams I look for you, I write to you, and I dream of you. I do it with the naïve hope that somewhere in the universe, you still hear my voice. And I don’t understand why you don’t answer……
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The Night Was My Refuge
The night—with all her shadows—revealed to me a truth I still carry: not everything alive breathes, and not everything that dies truly leaves. While other children feared the dark, I welcomed it as one welcomes an old friend who always returns, even when uninvited. I liked the way it spoke…
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Seeing with My Hands
Where senses awaken, and a quiet part of me begins to write. My senses sharpen, and something within me awakens.I love those moments when I can see with my hands. In the dark, my fingers become ancient eyes—wise, remembering, and able to recognize shapes through form, through warmth, and through…
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When the Night Surrenders to Dawn
Mystery turns into promise. The night has an untamed soul. It isn’t merely a dark curtain—it’s a living being that breathes and murmurs. It walks unseen through the streets, hides secrets beneath its cloak, and shelters those who dare not speak beneath the daylight. This nocturnal reflection reminds us that…
Resilience
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A Lost Flight
Where memory and desire entwine, freedom whispers my name. How many more times will I speak of this?I echo myself like a worn-out spell, a prayer that never finds an answer.And still, I am lost. The other day, I found a photograph of myself on the plane, dressed in uniform….