Meet ' PUCK ' I wrote this at 4 AM last night [01.16.25]. I haven’t been able to fall asleep until 7 AM these past few days. I can feel my spirit rushing through me. When I hit my head a few weeks ago, something shifted—an emotional breakthrough poured out of me for an entire week. It happened over Christmas, unfortunately, but within a day or two of hitting my head, ' Puck ' emerged. It’s as if he finally let himself out, and the fire that followed made him very angry... My Bridge My bridge—the place I’ve always found the most comfort in, my home and sanctuary. Its waters are luscious, its rapids golden. The rocks guide the water as it rips through its vast canyon. Moving as if three winters had melted off the mountains all at once. The wood holding the bridge together is rugged—smooth and soft in places, but beaten down where determined hands gripped it with little care on their way into the woods. The aged planks will dig into your skin if you’re not careful—I wou...
