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Welcome to Blues without Clues — a quiet corner for my poetry, my attempts at fiction, and the not-so-daily logs of my wandering mind.

I write to give shape to what I feel, hoping these pages will hold the clues to the things I can’t say out loud. I may never find all the answers, but at least, I can set the weight of them down here.

If you’ve ever felt lost with no hint of where to go next, you might find company in these drifting thoughts.

Poetry

Where feelings turn
to fragments
and turn into verse.

Fiction

Where borrowed
worlds begin and
broken endings mend.

Future Logs

Where thoughts
go wander without
a map.

New Scraps & Scribbles

What I’m Seeing & Reading

My worst nightmares don’t wait for sleep. They arrive in daylight, while I watch everyone else laugh and live. Even the edelweiss blooms in the cold, untouched by eyes or praise. Bloom where no one sees. Your resilience already speaks for you. My poems once lived in darkness, in wounds, in shattered glass, in the heaviness others left on me. But lately, I’ve found myself writing about hope…the quiet kind that grows in the places I thought were ruined. What’s one small joy you noticed today? I wrote this after watching a celebrity break down under the weight of relentless abuse from courageous warriors hidden behind anonymity. It is alarming how quick people jump in, not to address the issue, but to tear a person apart. We often live life with the delusion that the scars are marks of achievements. We forget that they’re far from healed.
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