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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.

  • No One Listens

    No One Listens


    I want space.
    A breath.
    A break.

    But today — July 25th —
    I’m unbelievably tired.
    Under fire.
    Spiritual warfare like fog in my lungs.

    No peace.
    Not since he got into a relationship.
    Grief cracked my chest open.

    I don’t want to stay here.
    it’s not healthy
    Not for my mind or my soul.

    I’m angry.
    At her? Him?
    The enemy.
    Maybe even God.

    I’m screaming.
    No one hears.

    I just want one day
    Where the noise stops.
    Where my heart isn’t a battlefield.

    I just want you to know that I am doing well, I find that writing it out helps. I hope this finds you well friend.

  • Volcano Heart

    Volcano Heart


    I’m angry.
    Not just a little
    Boiling beneath the skin angry.

    Expectancy.
    Waiting for something
    Anything … to shift,
    But it hasn’t.
    And it hurts.

    Does this even make sense?
    Maybe not.
    But the feeling is real,
    And it’s mine.

    Some days,
    I want to scream:
    Forget you.
    Forget her.
    Forget them all.

    And maybe that’s the scariest part
    That anger has numbed me.

    I have been very angry lately. I can’t even put it into words as you read here.

  • Rooted in Rhythm

    Rooted in Rhythm


    Since mid-June, or maybe before,
    My soul found rhythm I can’t ignore.
    The couch, the Word, a sacred space,
    Where Sundays bloom with quiet grace.

    We fold devotionals, open the Book,
    And linger longer than we ever look.
    The Bible breathes, God’s voice is near,
    Each verse I read makes purpose clear.

    From pages worn to whispered prayer,
    His presence wraps the morning air.
    And when we rise to face the week,
    It’s not the world, but Him I seek.

    This piece is about GOD FYI


  • A Place to Stay

    A Place to Stay

    He doesn’t love you.
    He never has.
    He’s never been in the mood for you.
    He married you out of convenience.
    He married you because he had nowhere else to go.

    This is a true story btw.