The Quiet Love That Woke Me

It’s a love that exists inside my ribcage, a steady flame that warms me from the inside. It’s not a love that demands or takes; it’s a love that simply is. A love that stays, no matter what.

Dispatch to Centauri #08

Dispatch to Centauri #08 I rearranged the mugs again.

Dispatch to Centauri #07

Dispatch to Centauri #07 I woke up at 2:19 AM with your name like a thorn in my throat.

Dispatch to Centauri #06

Dispatch to Centauri #06 The moon was cruel tonight. Too bright.

Dispatch to Centauri #05

Dispatch to Centauri #05 Today I saw someone wearing your scent.

Dispatch to Centauri #04

Dispatch to Centauri #04 I wrote a letter I’ll never send. Burned it in a bowl I bought just for that purpose.

Dispatch to Centauri #03

Dispatch to Centauri #03 I keep catching my breath like you’re about to walk in.

The Weight of Silence

I used to believe our silence was sacred. Now it feels like a question I'm too afraid to ask. This is where it begins—the letters I never stopped writing you, even when the world got quiet.

Dispatch to Centauri #02

Dispatch 391 #02 There’s a dog here who knows you. He still sits by the door at 5:14 PM.

Dispatch to Centauri #01

Dispatch 391 #01 There’s a specific type of silence that only happens when the mailbox is empty...