Elegy for the Voice Beneath the Glass
I dwell beneath a dome of glass,Where no one hears the smallest sound;I watch the living world go past,And mourn the self that can’t be found.Day…
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Some days are written in colour.
Others arrive in black.
An unfiltered personal journal about depression, survival, life, and whatever refuses to stay silent.
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Depression, ordinary life, unreasonable opinions, flashes of colour—and whatever else will not remain unwritten.
So It Goes, Inside My Head
My mind cycles up.Then down.Then up again.Like an elevator in a buildingwhere nobody knows what floor they want,and all the buttons are lit.There is no lobby.There…
Apocalyptic Fiction · Climate Fiction · Dystopian Fiction · Literary Fiction · Mythic Fiction · Political Fiction · Satire · Speculative Fiction
When the Earth Screams
They always said the apocalypse would announce itself with trumpets. Celestial choirs. A press release from God, perhaps, embargoed until the appropriate hour. Instead, it arrived…
Neon Shadows at the Edge of Tomorrow
It’s 3:33 a.m., the hour when rational thought slips out the back door for a smoke and the walls start whispering dirty secrets. Fil’s got blood…
Cuba is Dying in Plain Sight — and We’re Watching
A personal yet fact-grounded plea for awareness as Cuba faces a deepening humanitarian crisis driven by fuel shortages, failing infrastructure, and geopolitical pressure. Written from the perspective of someone with loved ones on the island, this essay examines how policy decisions made far from Havana translate into hunger, darkness, and paralysis — and why silence from the rest of the world is not a neutral act.
Still Here (Even When It Feels Like I’m Not)
I’ve been struggling—on and off, on and off, on and off.That’s the rhythm of my life lately. It’s not dramatic or cinematic. It’s just exhaustion. It’s…
The Paradox of Nothing: When Emptiness Refuses to Be Empty
“Nothing does not exist, because the simple state of ‘nothing’ is something.”It’s a neat little paradox—compact, irritating, and stubborn as lint in your pocket. Try this:…
The Weight of Existence
It’s not just a physical weariness that grips me; it’s a profound sense of being emotionally, mentally, and spiritually exhausted. This isn’t a new revelation—I’ve voiced…
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