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There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely, but they often wear the same mask.
I wonder how many stories never get told because people think they’re not interesting enough. Every life is a novel.
Crowned with glory.
Beyond the ash-clogged veins of mountains churn rivers black with silt. They drag teeth across stone, carving psalms with knives of water slick as glass, and I kneel, ribs rusted with awe, because beauty tastes bitter when drowned in ruin.
Almost didn’t see it, but I’m so glad I did.
Among orchard roots, moles tunneled through dreams Their claws reshaped the unseen Progress doesn’t always rise upward
Woke up craving pancakes and bacon, but settled for cereal. Sometimes simplicity reigns supreme.