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Black text on a white square background: Note You write a line, cross it out, as if erasing the words could erase her absence.
December 27, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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Unwritten
An intimate essay about silence, memory, and what remains unwritten — fragments, longing, and the space between words.
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December 27, 2025 at 11:17 AM
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Black text on a white square background: Note: I thought writing would lead me forward, but it led me back instead. To her silence, to mine.
December 22, 2025 at 2:55 PM
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The Art Of Not Arriving
Quiet inner drift, looping thoughts, unfinished memories, and the calm beauty of not knowing.
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December 19, 2025 at 9:30 AM
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Black text on a white square background: Note I walk without approaching. The ground accepts me without direction.
December 17, 2025 at 4:58 PM
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I write and photograph at thresholds —
where silence, memory, and becoming meet.
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December 14, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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Black text on a white square background: Diary Fragment You followed her shadow because you didn’t know where else to aim your wanting.
December 14, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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There’s a door in me you almost opened. I’m still standing on the threshold.

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December 12, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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Black text on a white square background: Fragment More than anything— I remember your silence. Maybe we were always meant to exist in what was never said.
December 7, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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Black text on a white square background: Note Some truths only exist in what almost was.
December 1, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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Black text on a white square background: Note I am not lost in the waiting, but found, as if the stillness is where I always meant to be.
November 29, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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Black text on a white square background: Fragment We didn’t speak. We didn’t smile. But when your eyes met mine, something opened— not fate, not even hope. Just a direction I didn’t know I needed.
November 27, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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November 25, 2025 at 12:53 PM
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A white square with a short poem in black text: I’ve stopped reaching for what we used to be, though the echo of it still lingers — maybe this is acceptance, or maybe it’s another form of waiting.
November 23, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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White square with black text. The image shows a short note: “The mind invents what it needs to continue. If she is my invention, she is also my direction.”
November 18, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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Note You tell yourself it’s over, that you’ve moved on. But some places live inside you, lingering in the quiet, waiting for your return.
November 14, 2025 at 6:10 PM
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Fragment There was a time before you, but it feels like fiction now, like a place I left long ago and can never return to.
November 13, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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Note We met in the silence between two storms, as if the universe paused to see what we might become. It left us unfinished.
November 12, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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Reflection. You think of solitude not as absence, but as a building you’ve been constructing your whole life, one thoughtful brick at a time. You build not to hide, but to create space for yourself, a place where silence feels like... home.
November 11, 2025 at 5:10 PM
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