Poetry

Castle built with Glass

Ad Hominem is a fragile kind of power. Be careful when you throw your stones. You might just shatter your own reflection.

Some endings don’t come with peace. Just silence when the act is over.

I’ve isolated myself plenty of times and lost many friends in the process. Now I’m left tending to my own wounds. Alone, on my little island.

The scariest kind of sadness isn’t pain, it’s feeling nothing at all.

Bloom where no one sees. Your strength doesn’t need an audience

An IG reel sparked an idea. And surprisingly, it didn’t turn out so bad

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