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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.
  • Peace | Piece

    Peace | Piece

    I saw this the other day.

    As soon as I read this piece

    it was like I had peace

    and

    I tasted a sweet nectar.

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    just a masterpiece trying to master peace

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  • FROM HIM

    FROM HIM

    Hello I know this message is going to catch you by surprise, so just relax. For some reason I have felt the need to communicate with you, and I know it had been awhile. To be honest I sometimes wonder how you are doing? What amazing things you might be up to? Any who I just thought I would give it a shot and see if you responded.

    I saw the message 2 years later, when I had moved out of state. That is all I want to say about that.

  • Not Done

    Not Done

    On my drive home I drown my thoughts with music, I put it as loud as my ears can take just so I don’t have to speak with God. I want to be forgiven for my sins, of course, but I do not want to ask for forgiveness just yet— because I know I’m not done being the church hoe. I ugly cry myself to a deep sleep, I hear and I feel nothing, not even a dream.

    this is from my potential book

    If you have been with me since 2019, you know I have been trying to write a novel. Well, I don’t know why I can’t let it go… I haven’t thought of anything else to write for it. It is still in my mind though, and I love it, but it’s just not flowing. Thank you for your patience dear reader.

  • First Diary Entry

    First Diary Entry

    Leaving all the grammatical errors and all.

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    Dear Dairy,

    Sorry I can not put stuff about me but I will tell you about my days so I guss we will be best of firends!

    smiley face/peace/love/smileyface/100

    April 10, 1997

    Read the nest 6 page only don’t read the other pages

    PLEASE !

  • When I Saw Him After Years

    When I Saw Him After Years

    I had a stand at the flea market.

    On the tables laid my DIY trinkets and unnecessary novelties.

    I never got much business, but I enjoyed the ambiance and the fact that my sisters were along side me.

    It was September 10, 2011 and it had just finished raining and hailing- my sisters were frantically drying off the rain drops from our home-made pieces.

    I was spaced out looking into the sea of people carefully walking from stand to stand.

    And at an angle I see a man with a child on his shoulders.

    With deep set eyes he glanced at me,

    smiled an unfamilar smile.

    It was a hesitant smile – a distant smile.

    Our eyes locked like a puzzle piece.

    I formed my well-known bright smile, and I realized that through the distance I knew this man.

    I knew who he was and how close we had been.

    I began to grow faint…dizzy. A punch in my stomach, my heart began to recognize his foot steps.

    I was light headed and soon going to drop- I could feel it.

    We held our smiles for one another for an eternity although I knew it was only for a split of a second. I dropped my glance.

    When I felt his presence pass me by, I looked up and I studied his back profile.

    I wanted to run up to him and tell him that I loved him, that he was and will always be the love of my life. I wanted to cry in his arms and tell him I never stopped thinking about him.

    But I was frozen in time, I was frozen by the fact that he seemed happily married with his beautiful wife and child.

    I was standing there alone, wet by the rain and the tears in my eyes.