trustyourself
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Night Pressure
It always begins in my rest. Such intimate cruelty. I wake to a shift in the air, something moving in the stillness as if heavy dust creeps around my room. I do not move. I listen. I watch.
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Transmutation isn’t pretty
Transmutation isn’t just mystical notion. It’s the work of shifting your own energy when everything around you is trying to destabilise it.
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Spiralling to the centre
I’m bored of toxic positivity. That’s not truth. It’s lip service to a superficial spirituality. There is light. There is dark. I’m reaching for the balance between them
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Between Battle and Breath
White heat through his spine. Breath smoking and eyes burning. And no rite to bring him home.
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A Waltz of Shadows
He pours the night into crystal; laughter spills like pearls across the violet nightfall. Time softens, light falters, and love dances at the edge of eternity. Step into the turning — one more waltz, past the end of time.
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Ash to Gem
I am an alchemist of more than just survival; I am the transmutation of the spirit, an elixir of bone.
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Marrow & Sky
Breathing deeply, I meet crow gaze — dark, iridescent, feather by feather stitching to bone. Marrow and sky rearranged, whole, soaring through wind and light. Step into the flight; feel the wings within you.
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The Storm
A body betrayed, a mind cast adrift — this is a reckoning with trauma, survival, and the refusal to drown. A storm named, endured, and finally released.
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The beast They Promised
They told me to fear what waits in the dark. I listened instead to the fire, the pulse, the knowing — and found not a monster, but my protector.