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[image] Every addiction begins as a servant and ends as a #fiend. Mine arrived with good manners, asked little, and proved useful company on difficult nights. By the time I recognised the master, the servant had my keys. #vss365

[image] #forgiveness is the heart's consent not uttered first by tongue or mind. I know it when, recalling all, no ancient echo wakes behind. The thorn may linger in the flesh, yet cease to press, or to accuse; what I thought I must forgive becomes the grief I do not choose. #vss365

[image] The house had forgotten laughter long before it forgot the dead. Ivy rehearsed its slow conquest of the stone. Each autumn, one candle appeared in the upper window. No hand was seen to place it there. No hand was needed. Devotions survive their devotees, #evermore. #vss365

[image] The most #stunning thing I ever witnessed was not beautiful. It was the moment I understood that what I had been holding onto had already let go of me. The truth arrives in the wrong hour, wearing the face of someone you trusted. #vss365

[image] Before they named me I was whole, no mixture, no conceit. #unalloyed, the unsplit soul the dark found fit to keep. They brought their remedies and left, the wound stayed what it was. I am the thing that owns its cleft, the silence and its cause. #vss365

[image] The Sandman walks where life can't tread, carrying sand that whispers of #divine, I lay my soul inside his bed, and let him pour memory through every line. #vss365

[image] Every morning it begins before I do. Before memory. Before I decide, it has already chosen a day for me. Years spent forgiving it for loving what I could no longer hold, for remembering what I begged to forget. I am tired of losing that argument. I do not want to have a heart.

[image] Remember me, the way #autumnal light remembers a tree it is about to strip bare, tenderly and without apology, because leaving, done right, is only love wearing its most honest face. #vss365

[image] I don't write to find you. I know where you linger. No lighthouse steers your steps. You only see those who shine. I don't shine. If we meet again, I'll see through you as you see through me. When you quit coming, I gave up waiting. #poetry

[image] The #villain of every story I have lived wore my face. By the time I recognized him, he had my voice. Most of his work was already done. #vss365

[image] There is a kindness in between, the pause before the step. I stood where I had always been and found I had not left. The threshold asked for nothing more than that I know I'm here. I put my hand against the door and felt myself appear. #poetry

[image] They said he fell. The window remained open. The meeting continued. By evening, his name had been removed from the minutes. #defenestrate #vss365

[image] Darkness handed a piece of #fruit grown in a garden no map shows; I took one bite and felt the root of hunger hell itself won't know. It didn't taste of sin or shame, just embers dressed as honeyed sweet; a private, unrepentant flame, too dark for hell to ever eat. #vss365

[image] The #kettle stays just off boil for softening leather that isn't leather. Skin holds its shape better warm. I've worn three faces this week and none of them were mine to begin with. #vss365

[video] You used to tell me grief doesn't need managing, but company. I never fully believed that when you said it. I believe it now. There's no #console wide enough for what this actually is. No word big enough to hold it steady while I catch my breath. #vss365

[image] Few of them land. Most evaporate before they reach anything. Rarely see the ones that fall. You find them later, in the cloth, in the grain, in the way a room smells after the unsaid finally leaves it. Words fall like rain. Only some of them find ground. #FoxProse @FoxProse

[image] Forgetting was never the way through. The real trick is learning to carry the old life without it showing in how you walk. People eventually stop asking if you're alright. That is not healing. That is only telling them I'm alright. And it can't be further from the truth.

[image] Every #sail remembers one wind above the rest and spends the calm months folded around it. Be patient with the cloth. It has forgotten none of the work. It waits, as all things made for movement wait, in the dark of the loft, to be asked to hold the sky again. #vss365

[image] #evenfall is the hour they keep, when shutters close and voices blend; they bless the dusk and call it sleep, as if all hungers found an end. I wait where no shadows stay; the night is deepest before dawn, when light arrives to strip away the dark the others carried on. #vss365

[image] An honest #appraisal of a life takes longer than the life itself. You need distance. You need the ones who knew you to be gone. You need the silence that comes after, when the only voice left is the one you least wanted to hear. ♠️ #vss365

[image] No warning comes before I act, I plan the hour, not just rage; this calm called #evil is in fact a patience built to fit the cage. I keep no anger in my hands, never raise my voice or blame; I build the order no one plans, a face no memory can name. #vss365

[image] In the dark, a craftsman makes a #lure for every kind of person. For the lonely, a lit window. For the proud, a crown left on a stair. For the tired, a bed made up. Tonight he is working on yours. He takes his time. He has never once been late. He won't make an exception. #vss365

[image] The sun stood at its highest point and began, at once, its surrender. I have always thought there was a gothic elegance in that. The brightest things are already fading when they shine the most. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

[image] Three crows on a gravestone. One flew away. Then another. The third remained until dark. #Quietus. Night took the witness. #vss365

[image] Autumn, you keep a slow knife, and you have opened every beech along the valley. The wood is bleeding colors, crimson, ochre, a black that was never leaf. Behind each trunk the dark leans out to count. Is it me, among them, again? #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

[image] A #silhouette only exists for as long as there's something brighter behind it. Take the light away entirely, and the shape doesn't stay dark. It just stops being anything at all. I still go most evenings. I still get the same twenty minutes of dusk on my face. #vss365

[image] I found a #garden where nothing had died properly. Roses opened with blackened petals, their perfume sweet enough to make my teeth ache. Beneath them, the soil breathed. It moved whenever I stopped watching. I left the gate open. It had grown around my footprints. #vss365

[image] I stopped writing when I became too #empathetic to what I had imagined. I closed the book and left the page unfinished, one hand reaching for a door I would never open. This morning, a new sentence waited in my pen: I know why you stopped. #vss365

[image] This stranded cord I won't cut; the fraying is its own rite now. Worn threads keep the wound half-shut, a knot in place of every vow. The frayed have ceremony: to hold what breaks, name who's gone. I tend the altar I have made of what we were, and carry on. #FoxProse @FoxProse

[image] The sea does not #embrace the cliff. It keeps returning until resistance becomes another shape of surrender. Nature has never confused patience with mercy. #vss365

[image] Every morning the moon appeared in a different place. Rivers changed direction, names migrated between people while they slept. The only #novel thing was a book that stubbornly kept the same account of my life. #vss365

[image] A #poster hangs where no one looks, the paper curling at the eyes; it lists my name in fading hooks and never guessed my last disguise. They print the year, print the face, but not the time I found my way back to this exact same place; still standing here, alive today. #vss365

[image] I didn't lose the memory. My mind built the fog-shrouded wall around it on purpose, brick by brick, the way you'd seal off a room you knew you'd never be ready to enter. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

[image] No barren stone has troubled me, nor field that yielded little worth; I fear the richer soil may be too eager in its patient birth. For every root that seeks the sun, another learns the darker art; the #fertile earth makes room for one, then quietly prepares the heart. #vss365

[image] A #pillow keeps the shape of you, though you've been gone a while by now; I turn it over, start anew, still don't know exactly how. Some nights the softness feels like grace, or just a stone I learned to keep; either way I find my place and let it hold me while I sleep. #vss365

[image] The hawk makes no complaint of wind nor oak of winter's hardest cast; #chaos never asked to win, it only asks what shape will last. Let the loudest heavens break, let lost kingdoms drift apart; the deepest roots are those that take their measure from the hidden heart. #vss365

[image] She had the look of someone who'd been on this train before, on other trains, in other lives. Doesn't wait to arrive. Only moving, the way some do when stillness is no longer an option. Wrapped in eternity, she has mistaken motion for distance. #Amatory @Amatoryq

[image] I preferred the dark. It concealed unfinished things. At #dawn, every omission returned: the unanswered letter, the unpainted wall, the empty chair. Night forgives. Dawn keeps records. #vss365

[image] The wind that lifts the lark to flight has touched no shore it cannot leave, and carries every fading light to somewhere mortal eyes conceive. I do not fear the boundless blue, nor mourn the self I leave behind, for every soul that time renews was never bound by mortal mind.

[image] I began keeping two cups of tea on the table. One was for me; the other was for the man I used to be. Tonight, he arrived early. We sat, each waiting for the other to admit who had stayed on the edge of sanity. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

[image] Who knows your secrets? No one, I used to think. Then I watched a stranger read my face before I spoke. Secrets leak. Into habits. Into posture. Into the words we avoid. By the time they reach language, they have usually been visible for years. #FoxProse @FoxProse

[image] The door at the end of the hall had no handle. It had never needed one. She stood before it every night, the same distance, the same dark. The #pull was constant. She was not. #vss365

[image] I climbed to reach the sky's own throne, found the air too thin to hold; what rose in flesh, #ascends as bone and dies before the tale is told. No hand recorded what was lost, no witness marked the rise; the summit only knows the cost and keeps it silent from the skies. #vss365

[image] No one noticed the second time I died. There was no funeral, no flowers, no final words. I simply became someone they had never known, and they never thought to ask what happened to me. I don't know if I grew into someone better. I only know I love who I became.

[image] Their divine prism splits the white of truth into what it conceals- colours bleed from single light, nothing whole survives the seals. I stood where the prism bends God's word to seven wounds- what enters whole the prism rends, truth comes in broken tunes. #FoxProse @FoxProse

[image] The #sponge grew warm beneath my hand, though nothing lived inside; it drank the water from the bath and something else beside. I wrung it out above the drain, and watched my pulse run thin; the water swirled a shade too red for anything I'd put in. #vss365

[image] Looking calm during a #hurricane is useful. People trust still waters. They do not know what is happening underneath or why the wreckage keeps moving. The damage is private. So is the weather. #vss365

[image] She didn't break it. Stone doesn't break that easily. It endures, indifferent, through all that softens saves. Fallen upon a heart of stone is to learn that cruelty doesn't require intent. The mountain never noticed. That was the worst of it. #fairytalepoets @fairytalepoets

[image] Instructions for the village: when the #cloud settles on the chapel roof, stay indoors. Count the bells. There should be four. If a fifth rings, bar the door. A voice will call your name from outside. It has read every stone in the churchyard. #vss365

[image] Nobody warned me a titan awakening looks like this: an old man on a porch, joints stiff as iron, staring at hands too tired to make a fist anymore. He used to hold up the sky. Now he just holds his coffee. I hold mine. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian