Midnight Letters
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The Comfort of Disappearing A haunting confession about craving the silence that once helped you escape yourself, fearing the comfort...
Until I Forget Myself A dark, sensual confession about craving someone’s touch so deeply that longing becomes obsession, restraint becomes...
The Price of Knowing You A haunting confession about surviving the people who were supposed to protect you, grieving the...
If the Universe Pulls Us Apart A haunting celestial confession about yearning for someone across impossible distance, finding an entire...
If I Ever Meet You Again A haunting prose piece about loving someone from second place, mistaking closeness for being...
I Fall Into You Every Time A dark, celestial confession about falling into the same soul again and again, losing...
The World Beyond the Door
Enter the World Beyond the Door
A map of memory, desire, and what remains after dark.
Love, Longing and Yearning
Grief
- Grief
The Comfort of Disappearing A haunting confession about craving the silence that once helped you escape yourself, fearing the comfort...
If I Ever Meet You Again A haunting prose piece about loving someone from second place, mistaking closeness for being...
To Know Me Is to Leave A haunting confession about abandonment, childhood wounds, and learning to survive the ruins of...
Burning the Bridge Back Home A dark, aching confession about being wounded by the first place that should have felt...
Unrequited Love
- Unrequited Love
What Darkness Allows It is 1 a.m., and the world has gone quiet enough for my thoughts to become dangerous....
Would You Notice Me? There are nights when the world grows too large around me. Not loud, not cruel, not...
When You Look at Me, I See Her There are wounds that do not open with a sound. They do...
The Flower I Left Alone I once liked a flower so much that instead of picking it, I left it...
