I think of you most when the air begins to change. When heat lingers enough to tease, but autumn slips in like a secret whispered too close.
Enter the FireThe first words, a spark that refused to fade, the flame of quiet truths dancing in the dark. Read more…
Embers linger where whispers almost touch, where desire hums beneath restraint. Read more…
Moments held and released, the pull of unseen gravity shaping what we almost were. Read more…
A space for sparks, letters, and fires that burn quietly. Not everything is meant to be spoken aloud, yet some things demand to be read. Each piece is an invitation, an almost that lingers longer than it should. Step closer, if you dare.
If something I’ve written stirs you, or if a thought refuses to leave your mind, send a spark. It could be a question, a reflection, or a fragment that burned too bright to ignore. I read each one. Choose your path:
Or reach me directly on Discord for immediate sparks and fires.