They chase power calling it purpose. As if the climb were the same as the cause. As if the throne would tell them who they were once they sat in it. But power doesn't answer questions. It only ends them. And purpose, real purpose, never needed a kingdom.…
What yesterday cost is already spent. You don't mourn currency. You spend it or you starve. The wound taught you where the knife goes. That's not trauma. That's education. The focused mind doesn't linger at the altar of what was. It takes…
No place to run, no place to hide, the footsteps echoing are your own, pressed into soil you thought you'd left behind, circling back to the unmarked stone. There is a vivid uncertainty in your actions, each gesture trailing smoke and question marks, your hands betraying what your…
Anxiety taught me to check the exits before I ever sat down. To hear the tone beneath the words. To feel the shift before the room knew it shifted. It kept me alive. Then it kept me from living. There when I don't need it. Gone when the…