Tag: Generational Trauma
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What Terrible Time to the Young Preferring Thanatos than Eros
In the cathedral of screens, where light bleeds blue into the tender corners of seventeen-year-old eyes, they gather like moths to the flame of their own undoing, these children who have learned the weight of emptiness before they’ve known the gravity of love. What terrible time is this— when the pulse beneath their wrists speaks…
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The Weight of Choices #poetry
I am the architect of half my ruins, and you know this feeling too—the way your hands shake when you hold the blueprint of your own destruction… But the other half carries the weight of inherited ghosts, the echo of choices we were too young to understand, too small to influence, too unborn to prevent.
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