Thank you for reading my words.
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: The Sickness I was fed up of being in.
Therapy and Walks. Thats basically what I was doing for about 2 months, late 2023. And writing at weekends, using coloured pens and writing out…
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≻: Fly, Untethered Dreamer.
Untethered DreamerFly the wind,Of Breath. Run like wolvesintoForests of flames.That set your heart aglowFlow. FreelyintoThe Wildwood, beyond.Beyondthe rules, beyondthe veil, beyondTime. BeyondBorders. Into theHeat ofFreedom.…
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≻: The Candle.
I paused and lit a candle. Meetings over, Emails done, Groceries unpacked, Head thoughts in a variety of places Cup of tea made And in…
James Ballantyne 