
Reading After Midnight: A Poem About Books and Quiet Escapes
There’s a particular kind of peace that arrives only after midnight—when the world goes silent,
There’s a particular kind of peace that arrives only after midnight—when the world goes silent,
They never breathed. They never bled. And yet, they lived in your heart more vividly
There are loves that leave. And there are loves that stay—even after they’re gone. This
The world moves fast, but night… night slows us down. When everything is quiet, and
Introduction: Death often doesn’t make a sound. Sometimes it slips in quietly—between heartbeats, between words
Life rarely gives us a warning. One second we’re laughing in the car, humming to
Loneliness doesn’t always look like solitude. Sometimes, it walks into a crowded room and still
Depression doesn’t always look like tears. Sometimes, it looks like forced smiles, good hair days,
He’s not real. But oh, how he ruins real men for us. The fictional boyfriend—crafted