LetterToMyYoungerSelf
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Beside Your Shadow
In the grey between night and dawn, I wait beside you — a shadow beside your shadow, a breath guiding you home.
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Winter Path
Walking the woods with quiet wolves, snow falling like soft silver across our path. Time freezes, edges blur, and ash rises from quiet chaos. Follow the winter path to see what remains when the old world falls away.
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The Wall Walker
A dancer between shadow and light, fluent in both and owned by neither. This is a remembering of the wall — the place where wholeness survives.
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Uninvited
You come to me uninvited, even when I have let you go. This is a reckoning with drained peace — and the choosing of silence as boundary.
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the lie
Pain dressed as longing, bliss mistaken for escape. This is the unraveling — and the choice to walk free.
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My Favourite Friend
So you whisper. You whisper into the void. You whisper into the darkness — over and over
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Beginning
Why is it so hard to begin, if words are meaningless — if everything and yet nothing has meaning?