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If you want to know someone deeply, ask them about their quiet mornings, not their loud nights.
Sometimes the smallest compliment can change the whole tone of your day. It’s crazy how words stick around long after the moment is gone.
“Dieting? Nah, eating everything.”
She touched the feather lying in the mud. Delicate and out of place, yet perfectly part of it all. Even fragility can rest firmly in the wild.
Rain rehearsed elegies against the roof, every drop a vowel moaning through tin. I pressed my ear to the hymn and thought: lament is holy when sung by water—it baptizes as it buries, composing requiems that rinse the dust off roots desperate to sprout in the gospel of gray.
Beneath a vault barbed with stars sprawls tundra, ribs polished to chrome by wind. Wolves suture its silence with songs bleeding copper, and I kneel, shivering bright as glass, because even prayers cut throats when their syllables sharpen on hunger.
I passed a patch of earth where nothing grew, just rock and soil and the remains of something scorched. And still, it didn’t feel empty. It felt honest. Like a body that’s been through fire and isn’t trying to hide it. I stood there longer than I expected, just listening.