I was lounging on the old, beat-up couch in my living room, scrolling through my phone with no real purpose. Then, a notification popped up, breaking the monotony.
_Hey, meet me at the park? Usual spot?_
It was from Sarah, my girlfriend. Well, not exactly my girlfriend, but close enough. We’ve been together for about a year now, and things have been… complicated. But I loved her, in my own twist...
They say that in Salem, everyone’s got secrets, and most of 'em are buried with the dead. But I'm not dead yet, though everyone seems pretty set on fixing that. The year is 1692, and here I am, locked in this rickety old jail cell, accused of witchcraft. The thing is, I'm no witch. I'm something else entirely, and if they knew, well, they’d probably burn me twice over.
It all started when Martha ...
In shadows deep where moonlight fades,
I ventured through the twilight shades,
Into the depths of mind and soul,
A place where many lose control.
It is easy to get lost in the underworld,
Where thoughts like darkened rivers swirled,
Through corridors of doubt and fear,
Where whispers of the past are near.
The path was tangled, overgrown,
With memories long left alone,
I wandered, seeking truth o...
Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning,
In a sea of expectations and uncertainty,
Smiling on the outside, but inside,
It's like a storm that never finds calm.
They see my laughter, they see my face,
But they don't know the battles I embrace,
Underneath this facade of strength,
Lies a heart that's tired of pretending.
In the quiet of the night, I wonder,
Am I the only one who feels this...
I was the empty one, floating through days with no real drive, no burning desire. _You_ were the opposite, eyes wide and full of dreams that could fill the universe.
You wanted everything—_love, adventure, success, the whole damn world. _I couldn't understand how someone could burn so brightly, while I felt like a shadow. You looked at me like you could pull me into your orbit, like you could fi...
I storm through the front door, slamming it so hard the walls shake. My hands are trembling, my throat tight with suppressed rage. I can hear the rain pounding against the windows, the wind howling like it knows exactly how I feel.
“Jenna!” I shout, my voice echoing through the empty house. “Where the hell are you?”
The only response is the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. I take a ...
I wish I wrote the way I thought,
Obsessively, incessantly, with a feeling that I was more than the sum of my parts.
All the world’s a stage,
And I’m just a girl trying to find her place.
People aren’t homes,
They are made of something much more fragile,
Paper hearts and borrowed time.
Each moment we’re given,
Feels like a chance to rewrite the script, but
Every scene seems to end in ...
I stand at the door of the hospice room, the scent of antiseptic and dying flowers assaulting my nose. It's sickening, a fitting backdrop for what's about to happen. My knuckles turn white around the doorknob. She wanted to see me. She wanted to apologize. I take a breath, feeling the burn of anger and old hurt in my chest.
I push the door open.
“Anna,” her voice croaks, weak and thin like a dyi...
Softness isn’t weakness, though it feels like it sometimes. It’s the way I break down at night when no one’s watching, the tears that come without warning, the vulnerability I can’t shake off. It’s in the _quiet moments_, when the world feels too harsh and I can’t help but retreat into myself.
Softness is the ache in my chest when I think of all the things I’ve lost, the people who’ve left, the d...
I stared at the stack of job applications on my desk, a knot forming in my stomach. It was time to face the music, time to let go of my childhood dreams and embrace the reality of adulthood. But I wasn’t ready. Not even close.
The room felt stifling, the air thick with the scent of paper and ink. I could hear the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead, casting a harsh glare on the blank computer ...
