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"The Threshold" Shadows whisper where nothing grew, Dreams dissolve like morning dew, Fingers grasp at a phantom thread, Hollow echoes of words unsaid. Eyes once bright with visions wide, Find their mirror already lied, Hope was built on shifting sand, Lost to time’s unyielding…

"Under Harsh Lights" Harsh lamps hum like caged suns, no rest, no veil walls echo hollow, dreams stumble frail custody waits on shelter, not prayers a child deserves roots, not shifting airs resilience carves the bridge stone by stone belonging is forged where dignity’s grown…

The system tells us patience is safety, that waiting is obedience, yet waiting has stripped me of time with my daughter. nights fold into each other, neon buzzing above, benches harder than stone, and the silence whispering that nothing will ever shift. It is the kind of…

I sit awake while the city sleeps, guarding others while I have no shelter of my own, i endure this because the custody of my daughter depends on securing stability, because each modest step brings me closer to that one-bedroom we both need. Without it, hope wears thin; with it,…

The floor at work becomes my bed when fatigue wins, my uniform doubling as a blanket. still, I dream of the day custody is restored. because survival without stability keeps doors closed. Each act of support is a strike against that silence. without it, exile stretches; with it,…

📅 September 6th Followers gained: +3 Followers lost: –0 Total followers: 544 (small but steady, each step carving its own proof) Lesson: Momentum isn’t loud; it builds in quiet increments, stacking until the shape becomes undeniable. the smallest gains carry the weight of…

Nights alone can stretch so long that even your own thoughts feel like strangers. Isolation presses against the chest until it’s hard to breathe, until even the stars feel unreachable. He thought of the warmth of shared laughter, the simple act of someone saying his name.…

I walked the streets with a single bag on my back, each step echoing louder than my heartbeat. the night air pressed down with a weight that made every shadow feel like a wall. fear is not the sound of footsteps behind you, it’s the silence when you have nowhere safe to turn. yet…

Standing before the abyss, the individual trembles. Kierkegaard knew that despair is not misfortune, but the refusal to become oneself... faith is not obedience, but a leap into the unknown. The crowd cannot save you; only solitude can. to live authentically is to accept anxiety…

Ink dries on pages never seen, voices fall into digital graves. censorship hides under the guise of protection, but it is always about control. to silence is to rewrite, to erase is to dictate. A culture that censors claims to preserve truth, but it merely embalms it. the…

The chalkboard was meant to illuminate, but it often erases. a child stares at neat formulas, while their questions dissolve into the margins. classrooms become corridors of training, not thinking, where curiosity is rationed like contraband. To educate under compulsion is not…

Barbed wire under the sun looks eternal, but it is only the architecture of fear. walls are not built to hold bodies, they are built to cage time itself. the prisoner is forced to live inside another’s schedule, another’s silence, another’s gaze. In truth, prisons are factories…

I was told that systems are unbreakable, that despair is permanent, that shadows stretch on forever. Like Orwell’s endless corridors, designed to strip urgency from the soul, each step felt swallowed by silence. Nietzsche whispered that one must still carry a “why” when every…

“Luxury of Sleep” Night air cuts the lungs, streets hum like wires, sleep slips away, a fugitive from fire. benches turn to thrones of cold and stone, yet even those vanish when silence moans. Eyes stay wide where shadows grind teeth, time collapses under neon grief. Rest is…

The coin glints in light, promising value, yet its weight is an invisible chain, economies no longer measure need, only consumption, forcing human beings to live as cogs of credit and debt. We labor to buy time, but the time is stolen before it is oursarkets whisper freedom…

📅 September 5th Followers gained: +1 Followers lost: –0 Total followers: 540 (a small step, but proof the current is still alive) Lesson: not every day is dramatic; some are built on whispers instead of thunder. but even a single follower is a reminder that effort travels…

He stood in the neon hours where exhaustion becomes a second skin, where the machinery of the world whispers that nothing changes, nothing bends. Like Orwell’s corridors, the walls seemed endless, designed to convince the solitary figure that resistance is wasted breath. Yet…

Uniforms march under the banner of defense, but the battlefield always expands. wars are not fought to end wars, but to justify their machinery. the military feeds on endless enemies, real or imagined. ko-fi.com/dissonantlogic