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This space is where my thoughts land when they’ve run out of places to hide. It’s part diary, part soapbox, part sanctuary. Expect reflections that challenge norms, stories stitched with memory, and questions without tidy answers. I’m not here to go viral. I’m here to go deep. If you’ve ever felt too curious, too intense, too “much” welcome. You’re in the right corner.

Tale of Juvenile

As I walked, treasure home,
Singing and whistling aloud,
Afar, my sight caught a glimpse,
A precocious damsel,
Strolling towards me.

She wore her heart upon her face,
So I called to her
That I may give her a shoulder to cry on,
And an eye to walk with.

She smiled,
And asked me to walk her
To the seashore.
There, we laid our laughter,
Upon the sand,
And the waves carried it away,
Leaving us children once more,
With only footprints
And the salt of innocence.

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