The Weight of Our Own Shadow
“Distance is the cruelest magician—it promises everything, delivers geography.” “You cannot outrun your pulse. You cannot leave your...
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“Distance is the cruelest magician—it promises everything, delivers geography.” “You cannot outrun your pulse. You cannot leave your...
Every birthday is simultaneously celebration and funeral. The mathematics are unforgiving: every day I'm grateful to see is...
“Time is the only tyrant that treats billionaires and beggars identically.” “You cannot buy it, save it, invest...
This is the fate I fear more than death: becoming a living ghost, present but imperceptible, existing but...
Now, thirteen years later, this small white line makes me smile. This is the beauty of aging—each mark...
The moment I stopped complaining about turning forty was the moment I attended a funeral for someone who...
I feel jealousy for that body’s energy and relief for this mind’s peace. This is the strange mathematics...
Now, thirteen years later, this small white line makes me smile. This is the beauty of aging—each mark...
With strangers, I’m patient and gentle. With family, I’m irritated by their slowness and frustrated by their forgetfulness....
I miss the version of myself who could write poetry without self-consciousness. The twenty-two-year-old who wrote fearless poetry...