In the middle of the night,my mind writes.It writes of dreamscapes and fantasies,of old love and new heartaches,of conversations that never happened,and stories that ended differently.It writes letters to those no longer here,and speeches I will never give.It rewrites past,and drafts future.It invents worlds,and mourns their death.My mind,in the middle of the night,does not wish … Continue reading A Writer’s Sin
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Blind Nights
They say that broken women know how to love, but not always who to love, and she stood as proof of that.She looked around the room, last night lingered in small, scattered ways, like light filtering into a space through crooked blinds. It had been good, he had been what she wanted him to be, … Continue reading Blind Nights
This Is Not About Writing
I write,Sometimes in fragments,Sometimes in flowing stories,Sometimes for myself,Sometimes for you,Sometimes for no one at all. I write,About the things that shape me,About dreams just out of reach,About the laughter that lingers,About the ordinary moments,About everything that slips away unnoticed. I write,To remember what matters,To share parts of myself,To know I’m here, in these words,To … Continue reading This Is Not About Writing