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🕯️ About the Castle I am the castle. These halls creak with memory. Some walls have wept. Some still do. Each room you enter here each piece of writing—is something I couldn’t keep inside any longer. My thoughts live like dust in the corners. My stories breathe through the cracks. You’re not just reading… you’re wandering through me. You’ll find: Diary pages dressed up as poems Holy things broken and glittering on the floor Flirty whispers tucked between grief There is pain here. But there is also hope. Somewhere between the ache and the softness, the candle never quite goes out. If you’ve come looking for something quiet and real—welcome. I won’t give you answers. I’ll give you rooms. Some may be locked. Some might know your name. Stay a little while. Or longer.
I Hope They Remember

I Hope They Remember



I hope they remember me
In the dark
Joseph, Andrea.
I hope they wake
With sweat on their skin
And my name heavy on their chest.
Not out of love.
Out of guilt.
Out of knowing what they broke
And walked away from.

Seven months.
That’s how long I’ve been
Trying to hold myself together
With cracked hands
And a tired soul.

Heartbreak isn’t romantic.
It’s not poetry.
It’s standing in a place
You were never meant to live in,
Wondering what happened
To the life you were supposed to have.

And everything hurts.

My body’s tired.
My spirit’s flat.
I walk through days like fog.
I smile like habit,
But inside
I’m just… blah.

The friends at work
Gone.
The ones I leaned on
When my spine couldn’t hold the weight anymore.
They don’t call.
They don’t ask.

Why do I still show up
To a life that feels like it left me behind?

But I’m here.
Still breathing.
Still speaking.
Still standing,
Even in all this silence.

What a silly little ask, but I do ask and wonder if they wake up thinking of me.

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