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…
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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…
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…
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…
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…
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….
Mirror and Wound
To face one’s own reflection without ceasing to tremble. Acceptance.Such a strange, elusive word—like a bird that lands for only an instant, then flees before you can hold it.Each time I look into the mirror, I don’t just see a body; I uncover an archive of memories, an open book…
Reborn
Rising from wounds to strength: a manifesto of self-salvation Intro This piece is my declaration of rebirth and resilience—a journey of self-salvation, healing scars, and rising from pain into strength. A poetic manifesto of rebirth and resilience—choosing self-love, healing scars, and rising from pain into strength. IRebirthSeptember 20, 1991 I…