The B Side

I’ve held this space close to my heart since 2009. It has seen different versions of me: growth, reinvention, silence, intensity, and everything in between. But the ideas no longer fit within these walls. I feel the pull toward something bigger, a space where I can explore my thoughts, my projects, and my voice with more freedom and depth. So this is the end of a chapter. Thank you for being here, for reading, for witnessing. We’re not saying goodbye, we’re just turning the page. I’ll see you at:  hecasferra.uk

Told my therapist about you. She said it’s time to close the case.

She writes in the morning. He calls himself a poet. He calls it a literary love. She never called what it was. He misses her on rainy days. She misses his touch. He is all emotion. She doesn’t speak of hers. He can’t live with doubt. She is made of questions. He loved her. She was afraid of staying. He ran out of ways to say I love you. She ran away herself. She writes in the morning. He keeps her on the page.

I  couldn’t sleep, imagining the weight of our embrace after so long without you.

It is a strange pleasure to feel that someone can reach for me without ever being reachable. All doors are shut, yet the page remains open, a hollow echo, a shadow of absence. Sad, isn’t it? Let courage rise, let honesty speak without disguise. Would you? Would you dare admit the longing that cannot be described, the ache that hides behind walls of silence? If words are all we have, let them be a lifeline. Stop the quiet that cuts deep. A voice can save what fear is suffocating. Not answers, not promises, just sound breaking the dark. If this is a call for help, let it be answered with urgency. The sound of your voice can save my life.