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There are places in this world I don’t want to visit. Some are physical.Some are internal.Some wear the mask of healing retreats or childhood hometowns or certain conversations I’m still not ready to have. But not wanting to visit isn’t
Continue readingThe Places I Don’t Want to Visit (and Why That Matters)
There’s a certain kind of meaning that sits too neatly on a shelf. You know the kind—painted in cursive on reclaimed wood, stitched onto pillows, stamped into coffee mugs like it’s trying to trick your soul into feeling full. It’s
Continue readingThe language that gives life to meaning, not meaning to life.
There’s a particular kind of silence that wraps itself around you when you realize you’re lost—not the frantic kind, not the movie-scene panic. A hush. A fog-laced, breath-held stillness. The kind where even your thoughts step lightly, afraid to disturb
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