I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin… Read More

There is a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from labor. It comes from vigilance — a state of constant readiness, like a soldier in the trenches long after the guns have quieted. You’re not waiting for peace. You’re waiting for the next shot, the next accusation, the next forced explanation for simply existing.They’ve built the world t… Read More