“One Life, One Face”A person can live two lives and never meet either one.There is the one sent into town. Good posture. Clean hands. Says the right things. Laughs at the right jokes. Knows which words are safe in the daylight. People nod when this person talks. They say this one is respectable, reasonable, solid. That is the public self.​The

Bad Investmentsthey say you really find out who your true friends are when your ship is sinking God has always been there for me You sit there, shaking. The walls too loud. The silence louder. You feel like you’re losing your mind.You ask yourself, “Do I belong to this?”This thing.This darkness.This circle that chants and spits and throws cur

The Storm Came Without AskingThe thing about storms is—they never ask permission.They don’t knock. They arrive. Sudden. Unforgiving.You might catch the sky darkening, but by then, it’s already too late.The wind’s tearing at the door, and it doesn’t care if you're ready.Doesn’t care if you just set your life in order,or if your hands are