Stream of Consciousness
The Day I Chose to Start Over
Life has a way of piling up—disappointments, broken promises, and failures that sting harder than we admit. For years, I carried mine like invisible luggage. People couldn’t always see the weight, but I felt it every morning I woke up with dread instead of excitement. I was alive, but I wasn’t really living.
By Nonhlanhla Emogene Mbokane5 months ago in Confessions
Long Distance Love Letter for Her
My beloved, There are nights when silence wraps itself around me like a heavy blanket, and in that silence, only your name breathes inside my chest. This letter is not just ink on paper—it is the echo of my heart, the rhythm of my longing, and the prayer that carries your name across every mile. Though distance tries to keep us apart, I have learned that love is not weakened by absence—it grows louder, stronger, more unshakable with every day spent waiting.
By Mahmood Afridi5 months ago in Confessions
The Savior of Her Own Soul
She wakes up every day with a weight pressed against her chest—palpitations, quickened breath, a restlessness that never leaves. It feels as though something heavy and unsettling is always about to happen, though she cannot name what. But she cannot stay still. She wanders, paces, moves endlessly, as if her body is trying to release what her heart and mind can no longer carry.
By Saffron Realm5 months ago in Confessions
A Letter for James
The rain tapped softly against the window, a gentle percussion that made the world outside feel distant, cold, and unreachable. Lily sat at her desk, the flickering candle casting long, wavering shadows across the walls of the small, cluttered room. She had been staring at the same sheet of paper for hours, her pen hovering, untouched. The words wouldn’t come—not the ones she wanted, not the ones she needed.
By Paige Madison5 months ago in Confessions
Rainy Day Reflections
August 27th I’m sitting here with my knees pulled up to my chest, the cheap spiral-bound notebook balanced on top, and my pen shaking like it’s got something important to say. The rain’s tapping against the window in these soft, uneven bursts that make me think of someone typing slowly, like they’re unsure of the words they’re putting down. I feel that way, too. Like every thought is a hesitant key pressed.
By Paige Madison5 months ago in Confessions
Fragments in the Wind
Tonight, I write in the dark, with only the faint glow of this lamp for company. Maybe that’s fitting—confessions like these aren’t meant for sunlight. They belong in shadows, whispered to pages that will never speak back. Because the truth is ugly. And trust—God, trust is so much uglier when it dies.
By Paige Madison5 months ago in Confessions
When the Heart Breaks
I woke again before dawn. Not sure why. Maybe to feel the space beside me that’s always empty now. I held you in my dreams—or maybe it was just memory pretending. My chest feels hollow in the way it used to when I first realized we weren’t enough. Or maybe that’s every time I think about you. Did you ever think about me the way I think about you? Probably not. Probably never.
By Paige Madison5 months ago in Confessions
Echoes of You
I don’t even know how I got here. How we got here. This place where every room feels too empty, every street too long, every laugh too sharp because it isn’t yours. I wake up and the first thought that hits me isn’t the sun or the day—it’s you. And then the absence. The nothing. The silence that fills every corner like a tide that keeps coming back no matter how hard I try to push it away. Your name used to be a whisper in the dark, soft, warm, a secret I held close like it was part of me. Now it’s just a ghost, echoing faintly, too weak to comfort me, too present to ignore.
By Paige Madison5 months ago in Confessions
The Unseen Weight. AI-Generated.
The Unseen Weight Screams echo through the walls. Tiny fists pound against the bedroom door. A toy shatters on the floor, and for a split second, silence rushes in, sharp and heavy. Then, another cry—this one mine, swallowed quickly before it dares leave my throat.
By Sharon Prasad5 months ago in Confessions
Where my Heart lies
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be free from the confines of society? To be wild and exactly how you'd like to be without a second thought to what others think or how they might react? I do. I ponder over such things after every intrusive thought.
By Karen Jorgenson5 months ago in Confessions
