Ever felt love slipping away without a single dramatic moment? Discover why goodbyes often come quietly.
Carried, Not Gone
Not a memory, not a story, but a friend.
The girl and her mirror, which tells her the heart she carries is regal
we let the echoes shape us.
Containing the Details
Within my strength
I enjoy the fear
It teaches me to listen
HER
In heart I remember life In wanting I desire time In hope I find joy that washes my feet The taste of music on my skin And in this space I fold into myself again Let the ache rise and fall like quiet waves
Wonders, I say
How awareness feels like rebirth
When Pink Turns Purple
Not that life will always be pink, not that purple will never return, but that the heart, once curled, opens again.
Who Will Be My Everyday
That what I long for is never too much.
Reality vs Pessimism: The Blurred Line
Let the ground be hard — I’ll grow anyway.
The Things I’m Not Meant to Say
The world, Oh the world
The Reflections Hanging in the Mirror
Each voice, each stare, each pause in breath a different piece of me.
Nene's Corner 