By the Time It Happened

There is a kind of waiting that wears you out quietly.

The Weight of Being Loved

There is a kind of breaking that has nothing to do with the mistake itself.

Holding the Line

 Intentionality sounds nice when you say it out loud.

When Conviction Stops Listening

 I have been thinking about how easy it is to become dangerous without meaning to.

Light or Stage

 There is a kind of ache you cannot explain.

To see someone stand so close to who they could be, and yet be the very reason they do not arrive.

...Fractures and Me

There is a kind of pain that does not shout.

When Simplicity Holds

 Simplicity does not announce itself loudly.

The Next Bend Is Enough

 The road into Jeea always looks longer at dusk.

When You Cannot See the Road Ahead

 You are on a familiar road, one you have taken often. Then one day, you meet a bend you have never noticed before. It is quiet. No signs. No voices. Just a curve that hides everything beyond it.

You slow down.

It Was Not the End

 I had an interesting conversation earlier today.