What Stares Back

When my eyes meet the silvered pane,sometimes the face is foreign,other times a familiar ally offers a wry nod. I…

The Weight I Carry for You

The world shatters again, another name taken by their own hand carved into the quiet,the air goes thin, the sound…

Tics and Truth

Tics speak truths my voice won’t utter, a stuttered drum beneath my calm facade They ripple through my quiet moments,…

Almost Everything

Almost Everything The weight remains,tight in the chest,loud in the quietbetween what I hoped forand what has not yet come.…

Fabric of Forever

When someone close to us dies,the world stutters.The light shifts.And though clocks keep ticking,nothing sounds the same. Even if we…

A Man I Used to Know

While cleaning out a storage unit, I found a photo from a life I barely recognize. A life I once lived, and a version of me I no longer am—but still carry somewhere quiet inside.

Why Meaningful Words Still Matter

Lately, I’ve noticed something. More and more people are ending conversations with the phrase, “Appreciate you.”Or even shorter—just, “’Preciate you.”Tossed…

The Battle Between Knowing and Doing

We know what we should do, but we don’t always do it. Discipline isn’t about knowing, it’s about action. Maybe the goal isn’t perfection, but catching ourselves a little faster.