Until We Find Each Other
I don’t know what road will lead me to you, but I know I’ll recognize you when I get there. You won’t have to say much, I’ll feel it in the way your eyes search the room, how your hands fidget when you’re unsure. I’
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a quiet record of memory, grace, and becoming.
Letter to the One I Haven't Met Yet
Somewhere out there, I believe there’s someone like you. Not loud or showy, but steady. Like the earth. Like the sky on a slow-moving day. You probably don’t think of yourself as a hero. You just do what you say you’ll do. You don’t need a
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note from bruiser
summer 2025 i folded the nights into a small wooden box, wrapped in silence and dust, where the glow of the screen couldn’t reach. these are the quiet fractures, the whispered ghosts i never dared name aloud, pressed beneath my fingertips, waiting for someone to hold still enough to
The Boy Left Behind
The Boy Left Behind
i was raised to be silent. keep my hands folded. keep my eyes low. i did what i was told - until i didn't. this is everything they left out of the gospel. every hymn i hummed to myself in the woods. every thought i tried to pray