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I feel the pain, and I feel the hate. It flows through my veins, transforming into love. Because that’s the only way to change this world—by not passing on the hate, not handing the pain to the next heart.
- the magic is within us
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Blood Moon over Stonehenge
The blood moon eclipse over Wiltshire, UK - approximately 35 images were taken to create this.
Blood mountain, Georgia
Always the giver, never the kept.
A place to return to, a name whispered when in need,
but never the first thought, never the safe haven
someone runs to just because they want to stay.
I build homes in my heart for people,
decorate them with warmth,
hang their laughter on the walls,
tuck their sorrows into the corners,
but when I turn around—
I am outside again, staring at a door
that was never meant to open for me.
I hold the weight of their unsaid words,
trace the cracks in their voices,
pull them close when their world tilts—
but my voice? My cracks?
I am an option, a convenience,
a lighthouse for lost ships,
but never the shore anyone chooses to rest upon.
I see beauty in fleeting things—
a smile breaking through exhaustion,
the way light catches on tired eyes,
the soft sincerity of someone being loved.
I capture it, frame it, gift it back to them
so they know they are seen,
so they never forget they are adored.
But me? Who looks at me and thinks,
‘She is beautiful today—let me keep this moment’?
No one.
I stand in crowded circles,
woven into the fabric of people's lives,
yet never stitched into their hearts.
I belong everywhere and nowhere,
a guest in every story but my own.
And when the night folds over me,
when the silence stretches too long,
I whisper to the dark—
"I wish I had a me for me."
~K
I wish to lay in
A carpet of lush, green moss
And forget the world
“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers. Always hold that close.”
— Danielle Doby