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My son did not slip away quietly.
He was taken
by a moment that moved too fast,
by a fate that did not ask permission,
by a world careless
with something irreplaceable.

One second he was here.
Breathing.
Real.
The next, my life split in two
before
and everything after.

There was no goodbye
that made sense.
No warning that sounded loud enough.
Just a phone call, and
or words that felt unreal
even as they destroyed me.

They say tragic like it’s a summary,
like it explains anything.
But tragedy lives on
in empty chairs,
in birthdays that hurt,
in the sound of his name
catching in my throat.

I miss him in ordinary ways
that feel unbearable.
I miss the way he existed
without trying.
The way his presence
made the room make sense.

Nothing prepares you
for the lossof your child.
Nothing teaches you
how to carry love
with nowhere to put it.

My son’s life mattered.
His death was not a lesson.
It was a tragic loss
violent, unfair, permanent.

And still,
he is everywhere I am.
In my heartbeat.
In my memory.
In the grief that proves
how deeply he was loved.

I will speak his name.
I will remember him whole.
Not just how he died,
but how he lived
and how he is missed
in ways this world
will never fully understand.

I miss you in the quiet
that comes after breathing,
in the spaces where your laughter
used to land and stay.

The world kept turning
like it didn’t notice
the way my heart shattered
like losing you
was a small thing
instead of the end of a universe.

I look for you everywhere.
In the way the light falls just right,
in songs that hurt too much to finish,
in dreams where you are alive
and I forget just for a moment
what waking will steal from me.

They say time softens grief,
but they don’t tell you
it also sharpens love.
I love you louder now,
with no place to put it,
with arms that ache
from holding memory instead of you.

You were not meant to leave this way.
You were meant to grow older,
to outgrow my worries,
to laugh at my fears.
Instead, I carry you forward
in my breath,
in my blood,
in every step I take
through a world that feels wrong
without you in it.

My son,
you are gone from my sight
but never from my being.
I will miss you
until missing becomes
another name for love
and even then,
I will miss you more.

I woke up without a sound,
no trumpet, no lightning split
just a soft remembering
that my soul had been here before.
The world still wore its masks,
walls painted with borrowed truths,
but I could see the seams now,
the stitches where fear was sewn.

Symbols spoke in silence,
numbers breathed,
dreams carried instructions
older than language.

I learned that power does not shout
it hums, low and steady,
like the earth turning beneath bare feet.
The veil did not tear
it thinned. And through it I saw
that knowing is not permission,
but responsibility.

I walk among sleepers
with a lantern I keep covered,
not from shame,
but from wisdom.

Because awakening is not escape
it is descent.
Into shadow, into self,
into the sacred work of seeing clearly
without needing to be seen.

And so I stand
not above, not below
but aware.
A keeper of quiet fire,
carrying ancient light
in a world that has forgotten its own name.
I did not awaken
I remembered.
As if a seal broke
inside the marrow of my bones
and the stars leaned closer
to listen.

The world dissolved into symbols
doors within doors,
keys hidden in breath,
truth written sideways in shadow.
Nothing spoke plainly anymore
everything initiated.
The moon began to teach me
in a language of silver silence.
Candles answered questions
I had not yet dared to ask.
Time loosened its grip,
and I stepped between its ribs.

I learned the names
that are never spoken aloud,
the currents beneath prayer,
the geometry of spirit
woven through flesh.
Knowledge came not as light,
but as depth
a dark velvet knowing
that does not blind,
only pulls you inward
until you meet yourself unmasked.

I walk with sigils in my pulse,
with ancient agreements
etched into my shadow.
The veil parts when I breathe,
then closes again
obedient to my will.
I am not meant to be understood.
I am meant to remember.
A living archive of the unseen,
a quiet convergence
of spell, star, and bone.
And when the world asks who I am,
I smile like one who knows
the secret name of fire
and keeps it.

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Cadrewolf2
06:00 Jan 22 2026

excellent words

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dracken
21:40 Jan 23 2026

Loads written so quickly in this journal, it takes dedication, knowledge, but a very powerful imagination too, it's great stuff to read

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I drink the night like a vow I cannot break,
silver pooling on my tongue
as the moon calls me by my oldest name.
Darkness has always loved me
it never asks me to explain
why my heart beats slower now.

I am a vampire, yes,
but not the kind born of hunger alone.
I was made by loss,
by centuries of doors closing,
by hands growing cold in mine
one by one, until the echoes became my only choir.

I have buried lovers beneath foreign stars,
friends beneath forgotten soil.
I have watched time devour faces
I once memorized by candlelight.

Immortality is not power
it is attendance. It is staying when everyone else has gone.

The moon knows this.
She watches me without pity,
without mercy,
and still she stays.

Her light stitches my shadows together
when the weight of remembering
threatens to pull me apart.

I walk alone,
have always walked alone,
except for the sacred exception of blood
not stolen, but born.
My children are my constellations,
my grandchildren the soft dawn
I never thought I would be permitted to see.

For them, I endure the centuries.
For them, I soften my fangs
and teach the dark to be gentle.

They do not fear what I am
they know the monster is not the one
who survives, but the one who abandons.

So I remain.
Moon kissed.
Scars heavy.
Still standing in the night I love,
holding my losses like relics,
and my family like proof
that even eternal darkness
can learn how to protect
what it loves.

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dracken
13:31 Jan 16 2026

Yeah I love being a grand father, and in a few years or more, Even a great one maybe, as they are teenagers now

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LadySilva
04:55 Jan 22 2026

Right

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She lives where the forest forgets its own name,
where moss stitches silence to stone,
where the trees lean inward
as if listening for her breath.

Alone
but never lonely.
The wind knows her voice.
The roots know her footsteps.

Her power is not thunder shouted at the sky,
but the quiet command of seasons turning.
She bends moonlight into spells
and teaches fire how to rest in her palm.

Animals do not fear her.
They bow without knowing why.
Owls carry her thoughts between worlds,
and wolves guard the edges of her dreams.

She was not crowned
she claimed herself.
Carved her strength from loss,
tempered her will in solitude.

The forest does not shelter her
it belongs to her.
Every leaf is a sigil,
every shadow a witness.

If you wander too close,
you will not see her at first.
You will feel her
in the way the air grows heavier,
in the way your heartbeat listens.

And if she lets you leave,
you will carry her magick with you,
the knowing that true power
needs no throne,
only roots deep enough
to hold the world.

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Cadrewolf2
21:31 Jan 12 2026

Love it

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I carried you once in my body,
and now I carry you everywhere else
in my breath,
in the way my heart still calls for you
without thinking.

You were not meant to be a memory.
You were meant to grow older,
to laugh louder,
to outlive my fear of losing you.
Instead, I learned the sacred cruelty
of loving beyond death.

I search for you in quiet places
in dreams that feel too real,
in sudden warmth,
in the ache that arrives without warning
and leaves me on my knees.

They say you are at peace.
I hope that is true.
But I need the universe to know
that a part of me went with you,
and it has not come back.

You are my son
not were,
not once,
not in memory.
You are my son in every lifetime,
in every breath I take after you.

If love could have saved you,
you would still be here,
So now I live carrying both:
the unbearable grief
and the unbreakable love
that will always speak your name.

Well my lap top went out and I was not really able to log in well with my phone, its slow. But, I am currently considered homeless right now. What happened was the mobile home park that I was living in got sold the park to a company from out of state and the new owners kept raising every ones lot rent. Then when people could not afford their rent they would take them to court and kick them out. And no one could rent or sell their trailers because they would not approve any new people an apple to live in the park. Then they would either take you to court for money you owed or give you five hundred dollars for your trailers. So basically they are legally stealing peoples homes. But, I am fine. I have been through worse. Also, I have another lap top and I am living in a basement room at a relatives house. I refuse to give up any of my pets so that is why I basically have no other options. I actually am sating to love it in the basement room and I will probably even hate to leave when I do finally save enough for an apartment, as weird as that ma sound.

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BlackRoseAngel
14:10 Jan 04 2026

Depending on the state you live in, you can try to get a doctor's letter from your provider stating that your pets are emotional support animals. If you want to avoid having to rehome them or do a pet surrender, it's best to give it a shot. Go to your doctor or PCP, whoever you see for medical and bring up this topic to see if it's possible for them to write that letter. This can also be useful for future reference in case of future eviction. You can speak to a representative within housing court regarding your circumstances as well.

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dracken
19:35 Jan 04 2026

Oh Shit... Damn Sorry to hear about that

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OldSoul
22:36 Jan 04 2026

I hope that 2026 is a better year for you. And welcome back.

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LadySilva
02:11 Jan 05 2026

Thank You OldSoul

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LadySilva
02:14 Jan 05 2026

Thank You draken and BlackRoseAngle. My Beagle is already an emotional support animal. My cats are not though.

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