Grief makes men reckless. Insecurity makes women loud. And composure? Composure makes people dangerous. Shea sat still while the room shifted around her. Jason was bleeding pride. Kayla was bleeding ego. Nobody noticed Shea was bleeding patience. The thing about public tension is this, it doesn’t ask permission before it exposes what’s been festering. And this time? Nobody’s walking away untouched.
Peace is fragile when secrets are starving. This chapter sits at the intersection of restraint and rupture , where control slips, loyalty is questioned, and the weight of unfinished business presses in from every direction. Some calls don’t reconnect people. They reopen everything.
Today, I blocked a man who forgot my worth. Took a long breath… And let the weight of last year roll off my shoulders. Part of me— yeah, that soft part— wanted to reach out one more time. But the stronger side? The side that knows better? Said: Let him feel the emptiness he created. … Continue reading The Last Fold
Years of words- Gone, But the pain in every stroke of the pen resides. A soul stain that I can’t seem to stop, a deeply rooted soul tie! Years of releasing the pain through the pen, bleeding my every sentiment held within… Suddenly lost in the wind. I remember titles I fought so hard to … Continue reading Unwritten But Not Unfelt
Dear 2024,You have been a whirlwind, haven’t you? You stormed in with chaos, leaving no corner of my life untouched. It felt like an unrelenting spiral at times—blow after blow, heartbreak after heartbreak. Yet, as I stand here reflecting on this year, I cannot help but acknowledge the depth of your lessons. You tested me, … Continue reading My Letter to 2024
Mysterious. I'm eager to discover new depths. Adventurous.
Life. Experiences are the most gratifying. Live. -KJ-
Somewhere along the destructive paths of life, Her eyes were lost behind the pain. Her heart became barricaded by a steel wall, leaving no room for entry. Her desire to love diminished with the betrayal of her recent lover. The epitome of hurt resided in her soul and the anger dangerously hovered. The depth of … Continue reading {HeR}
Good Morning Loves, I began my meditation challenge on Sunday evening. I want to make a log of the difference in my disposition and my over all feeling after morning/night meditation. Well, Sunday I tried something that was quite exhilarating. Like I've mentioned before, meditation and how you approach depends on the person. I was … Continue reading Meditation: Day 1
Why are we as humans, so blinded, by what's in front of us?
Kae Jaye The Writer 