Between Silence and Flame

Wounded Light

Not everything called humility is healthy. Sometimes it’s just a quiet habit of making yourself smaller — while calling it virtue

I’m in a place with no sharp pain and no joy.Just a wide, neutral quiet. I don’t know what comes next.I only

This is not “celebration.” It is noise that destroys a sense of safety — especially for autistic and neurodivergent children, people living

A quiet moment inside the tunnel of exhaustion — when a woman almost stops, but finds just enough strength to take one

A tender moment after a long, heavy day — a woman steps into her dim home and finds her little dog waiting

We are the evolution that forgot how to breathe.
We scroll instead of feel.
But every age of shallowness ends

Whispers by Candlelight Before the world remembers its name, she rises — not with noise, but with color. Amber spills across the

Life is not built on monuments, but on whispers — on the little things that seem small, yet carry the power to

We are born into the system, chained before we can even walk.
They tell us more is better, but the truth

I carried a simple desk with my own hands. Scratched, like me — yet it stands by the window, facing the sea.