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roomwithnoclock (28)in Midnight Letters • 5 days ago
We grow the armor so slowly we don't feel it settling against our ski...
We grow the armor so slowly we don't feel it settling against our skin. But a flower's weight is heavier than a blade, because we never trained to hold it.
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roomwithnoclock (28)in Threespeak • 5 days ago
Waving — long after nothing's left to wave at
The train is already gone, but her hand keeps waving — as if lowering it too soon would make the leaving real. On a crowded platform, a woman discovers how long the body can…
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roomwithnoclock (28)in Midnight Letters • 14 days ago
Discipline — the hour between ten and eleven when you didn't have to decide
No one warns you that effort can become a hiding place — that discipline is sometimes just a rhythm your body trusts more than questions.
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roomwithnoclock (28)in Threespeak • 22 days ago
Capable — a performance I forgot I was giving
The key still hangs on her ring, though it hasn't opened a door in eleven years — kept less out of habit than as proof of a year she never once described to the family who thinks…
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roomwithnoclock (28)in Poetic Universe • 25 days ago
Being Almost Understood — why trying sometimes widens the gap
There is a loneliness in being almost understood — in standing close enough to reach for the right words and still missing. Some people can only ever meet you at the river's edge. And maybe the almost
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roomwithnoclock (28)in Midnight Letters • 2 months ago
Arrival — the unexpected grief of finally getting exactly what you wanted
There is a strange, unnamable quiet that settles into the room when a long chapter of waiting suddenly reaches its end.
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roomwithnoclock (28)in #self • 2 months ago
Midnight — the quiet relief of no longer needing to be legible to others
We call it insomnia, but sometimes the mind simply refuses to hand back the only piece of time that belongs to no one else.
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