What We Were vs What We Were Not

What We Were vs What We Were Not

We were constellation logicโ€” Fire and air and steel and storm, A promise whispered by our stars To ignite and rebuild something more. We were blueprint loversโ€” The kind they…
Proximity Laundering

Proximity Laundering

I started noticing ย when someone I knew explained a questionable connection by saying the other person โ€œwent to school with some of my friends.โ€ But the age gap was over…

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โ€œIt is Just a Preferenceโ€ฆโ€

โ€œIt is Just a Preferenceโ€ฆโ€

(Is Not the Excuse You Think It Is.) Let us begin with the definition. Prejudice /หˆprejษ™dษ™s/ An adverse opinion formed without just grounds or before sufficient knowledge. An irrational attitude…
Love is not a spotlight

Love is not a spotlight

To lie about being in love with someone is to steal from them. It is not just a fibโ€”it is an emotional heist. You are not just misrepresenting your feelings.…
Reply to The War

Reply to The War

(Read the original post here) The โ€œenemyโ€ starts dehumanised. As it often does in war. They spawn from the ground; they are pests, invaders. Emotion is present early on, but…
Occasionally Sincere

Occasionally Sincere

Rewrite This Like a Human: A Workbook for the Chronically Confused, Emotionally Constipated, and Occasionally Sincere (Subtitled: โ€œThe Language of Grown-Ups Who Have Stopped Auditioning for Martyrdom.โ€) Lesson One: โ€œI…
Bigots

Bigots

Let us dissemble the: โ€œI donโ€™t see colour because Iโ€™ve decided racism is mean and also please clapโ€ speech that Audun made the other day, okay?ย    Translating that steaming…
Mandy and Francis

Mandy and Francis

I sat on the carpet near his lazy-boy. He always told me his most personal truths in this position. Either looking down at me as I sat at his feet.…
The Survivor in the Stump

The Survivor in the Stump

Somewhere between the quiet hum of summer and the whisper of the wind through the leaves, I stumbled upon a story carved into woodโ€”a tree stump, but not quite a…
The Architect

The Architect

During meditation, I heard (โ€œOk now GO!โ€ like my higher self was giving me a full-body green light. This is not a journal entry but a sacred spell being cast).…
Under The Surface

Under The Surface

Fear moulds the surface, but never heals what is beneath. It just teaches kids to hide betterโ€”to flinch faster. Not to understand, not to trust, and not to respect. Respect…