Shea Johnson has mastered the art of capturing other people’s moments, joy, grief, love, without ever slowing down long enough to tend to her own. Set in a small town heavy with history and unspoken weight, Capturing Shea begins before the romance, before the disruption, right where the stillness lives.
When you excuse someone’s harmful behavior, you don’t erase the trauma, you deepen it. “Don’t Gaslight My Scars”confronts how families and society make pain more palatable by rewriting the truth, and how those justifications keep the wound alive long after the moment has passed.
I didn’t need the monitors to tell me.The room changed before the numbers did—the air grew still,like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Her chest rose once more,then not again.Her head tilted to the left,and in that single, final motion,something inside me split in ways I can’t name. It wasn’t just the sound of … Continue reading The Silence of Deaths Echo
The moon leaned in like a thief,jealous of the heat spilling through my skull—a fever-dream of youpinning me to the kind of silencethat moans louder than sound. Your breath—hot, reckless—pouring sin straight down my spine.My name breaking in your mouthlike glass under bare feet.Fingers dragging the edge of pleasureuntil it bled into worship. It was … Continue reading When The Moon Looked Away
Earth couldn’t contain a love yet to bloom,So it made perfect sense that Heaven made room.We burned through the rules, tore down the disguise,Spoke in a language that lived in our eyes. Every touch was defiance, each word a spark,A wildfire blazing through the bones of the dark.The world tried to name us, tried to … Continue reading The Sky Kept Our Secrets
I left a piece of myself in your hands— Not a whisper of flesh, But the softest part of me. The part that still believed. The part that didn’t flinch when love called. I handed it over Wrapped in silent hope, Thinking you’d cradle it, Not crush it Between your indecision and somebody else’s body. … Continue reading I Left a Piece of Myself In..
I didn’t know I was breaking… Until I broke. My heart didn’t just crack—it dismantled. And truth be told, the reconstruction still looks like a demolition site. I didn’t know breaking meant being mentally bagged, emotionally bruised, and physically exhausted by the weight of people who kept reaching while I kept giving. I didn’t know … Continue reading I Didn’t Know I Was Breaking Until…
There’s a certain kind of silence that follows correction. A heavy pause. A shifted breath. A tension that wraps around the room like heat. Because the truth—when it ain’t been heard in a while—don’t always land soft. Let’s talk about it. Some of y’all think love means letting you run wild. Think loyalty means never … Continue reading TABIT| Accountability Ain’t Attack: You Just ain’t used to Being Called Out, Love. ❤️
Paige would sometimes slip into moments where she remembered Chance in the beginning of their dating. He was sweet, charming, respectful—and fine as hell. Everything seemed to be going well. They were having the times of their lives. Then something changed. Chance became someone she didn’t recognize. He became controlling and, quite frankly, scary to … Continue reading Serenity’s Bliss (Part 7)
It’s funny how betrayal dresses itself up. You’re the one left bleeding, but somehow they call you the aggressor. The villain. The storm. They forget who kept the peace.They forget who stayed quiet while they crossed lines. The Battle Between Truth and Foggy Reality There’s a silent war that begins the second betrayal steps onto … Continue reading TABIT: Lessons Pain Taught Me – When Betrayal Makes You The Villain
Everybody craves intimacy— Until it stops being surface. Until it walks in quiet, Wrapped in incense and spirit. Until it asks: Can you handle being seen? Can you stay when it’s still? They think it’s just touch— Skin on skin, A kiss at the right time, A body to lean into. But the real thing? … Continue reading Soul Close
We don’t talk about men who cry in silence. Men who bury what breaks them. Men who are expected to be “strong” at all times—even when their world is caving in. We don’t talk about them enough. And honestly? We should. When Strength Becomes a Mask From the time they’re boys, men are told what … Continue reading He Cried in Silence: The Mental Weight Men Carry
Grief doesn’t always scream—it often returns quietly, catching you off guard in moments of peace. In this heartfelt Talk About It Thursday post, Kae Jaye shares a raw encounter with unexpected grief and offers comfort for anyone navigating the quiet ache of loss.
There’s a specific kind of ache that comes from doing the right thing—and getting punished for it. I’ve been there. Too many times. The calls usually come late. Shaky voice on the other end. Tears. Silence. Then the words no one wants to hear: “I don’t want to live anymore.” And in that moment, you … Continue reading When Help Looks Like Betrayal: The Guilt of Calling for the Ones You Love
You been Him… But your shine don’t hit the same. I waited through shadows, prayed through silence— but you just played the game. Held the door. Lit the path. Softened the landing where you could begin… But I’ve been waiting too long, and my grace is wearing thin. ~Kae Jaye
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