Observer of quiet lives and loud truths.
Words, images, and the spaces between.
Writing what most people feel but don’t say.
Private by nature. New here.
This is my quiet journal.
some quiet,
some unrecognisable,
all mine.
not lines.
While others skim the surface,
I’m listening to what isn’t said.
not lines.
While others skim the surface,
I’m listening to what isn’t said.
I am shaped by it,
and I carry its lessons
like a quiet blade.
I am shaped by it,
and I carry its lessons
like a quiet blade.
like a low tide
still present,
still shaping the shore,
but no longer drowning me.
like a low tide
still present,
still shaping the shore,
but no longer drowning me.
but she still lives in me.
but she still lives in me.
some quiet,
some unrecognisable,
all mine.
some quiet,
some unrecognisable,
all mine.