As midnight approaches and the clock runs down, look around your walls. The air in that room belongs to you. […]
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Unmeasured
In the beginning, we were endless horizons.I fell for the wild, unmapped terrain of you—you who walked without borders,who looked […]
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The morning began not in the chaotic kitchen, but down at The Rusty Anchor, a breezy little café sitting right […]
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Thomas
The Blue Parrot
The same intensity that stares into the wreckage also watches over this whole circus. Some nights the warmongering parrots still plot their coups while the peaceful alpacas just watch with their quiet judgement. These days I mostly just laugh at the mess and keep walking with salvation in reach.