I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear.Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: Letter to MOM and DAD
DAD I don’t even know where to begin, because you have been the very definition of life itself—lessons, growth, love, humility, leadership, maturity, resilience, wisdom,…
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≻: The Doorway Between Worlds: Where Fear Becomes Light and the Unknown Speaks
Dear mysterious reader, you may sense my presence, but my truth drifts in realms your eyes were never meant to follow. And perhaps that is…
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≻: THE LOUD SILENCE
You spend your days and the long, sleepless nights asking questions into the dark.You don’t know anymore whether you’re speaking to yourself, to the silence,…
GUYMYSTERIOUS 