|MY SAFE PLACE|

“I hope this is not the only good one,” she whispered as she was trudging through an ambivalent phase of mixed feelings unsure of how everything would unfold.

Yet midst her darkest hour, she held close the warmth he awakened within her — an aura she refused to let fade.

She, who had never trusted anyone with the hidden chambers of her soul, found herself offering him her quiet devotion, her unwavering contemplation.

“I will always forge a way,” she promised — a gentle vow to make the weight of life feel lighter, to stand beside him when the world pressed too hard while fighting the lingering fragile questions somewhere in the quiet corners of her heart.

To inhabit the core of another is to traverse a liminal blaze that is both nowhere and everywhere, a fire that burns without warmth, illuminates without form. Time refracts; meaning dissolves; identity is stripped. And yet, from the interstice of this obliteration, a pinpoint of unassailable luminescence emerges—the heart’s clandestine signal, purging all contradiction, all illusion, all narrative. Here lies a knowing older than thought, stranger than desire, and more inexorable than any promise ever made.

The only soul with whom i’d connected within all those years of captivity.

It should never be delineated in anything other than itself. It should be looked at as it is in it’s totality. I found it in all that is beautiful and dreadful. It shouldn’t be detached from itself neither in the thought nor in living. It cannot be unseen nor unfelt.

A match lit with heaven and madness.

I destroy every destructive agenda of yesterday’s.