Reflective Stories

Una chica llamada Emilia sigue estancada en cosas que fueron sin ser, que no funciono. Mientras que Veronica consiguio un amor correspondido. Lo que implica dejar a Emilia en el pasado, haciendo que esto a Emilia le duela mas.

Maybe one day I will look back at my collection and think i was stupid enough to write this all things

Not every letter is meant to be delivered. Some are written to people who no longer belong in our lives. Others are addressed to younger versions of ourselves, parents, strangers, dreams that never came true, or the versions of us that never got the chance to exist. These pages were never written to start conversations. They were written to end the ones that refused to stop echoing inside my head. They call it intermittent reinforcement. I called it a talkgasm. Random brain dumps. ​These ain't love stories, and they sure as hell ain't a call to resuscitate anything. They're autopsies of inconsistent connections. From the initial thrill of the intellectual hook to the violent urge to burn the memory down, these letters exist for one purpose: to purge the toxic noise out of my head and onto the page. ​Read it as a caution, read it as art, or read it because you're currently holding your phone at 3:00 AM trying not to break your own boundaries.

It is a story of first love and second chances. Of choices made too late... and love chosen in time. Of memories that once ached, but slowly become strength. It explores the truth that love does not compete across time - it evolves. One love may awaken us. Another may steady us. Both may shape us. Because some loves are not meant to stay -Only to Shape Us is a deeply emotional, intergenerational romantic drama about first love, fate, and the quiet courage it takes to grow beyond what once broke us. It is a story where grief transforms into gratitude, where memory softens into wisdom, and where the past no longer owns the heart - it guides it. It is a story of first love and second chances. Of choices made too late... and love chosen in time. Of memories that once ached, but slowly become strength. It explores the truth that love does not compete across time - it evolves. One love may awaken us. Another may steady us. Both may shape us. Because some loves are not meant to stay - only to shape us.

Full disclosure... I wrote this story years ago during the 1980s when still in college. It started as a class journaling project. As disclosed in the story, the writing was motivated when I attended Kim's wedding, the friend from the story who was Vickie's college roommate and, to this day, her lifelong friend since grade school. There were recent tweaks made to the content, near its end, that were [a]rtificially [i]nfluenced in the style of one of my favorite authors, Sam Shepard. In general, the story is about those moments in life that shape us and is a journey through young love. Enjoy-

A meditation on autonomy, inheritance and the quiet rebellion of choosing your own life.

The Maliseet are an Indigenous tribe in New Brunswick, Canada, where I am from. This haiku describes the many people who walked the land and trails there for thousands of years. I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to like it, comment on it, and follow me! Thank you so much!

little things

n. the desire to care less about things.

This is my first ever reflective essay talking about the fragile line between longing for love and fearing the damage it leaves behind. A perspective of a teenager raised in a toxic household, questioning whether romance is something real or just a beautifully written illusion, and how i think their first love experience would go.

After someone leaves, the house stays the same but the air grows larger. A quiet, aching poem about empty chairs, cold coffee, and the slow, uneven work of learning what life means once the person who shaped it is gone.

Between memory and silence, a story waits. Not loud. Not obvious. But powerful enough to change everything.

She left him for everything the world could offer - and got it all. Ten years later, on her fortieth birthday, an aimless drive brings her back to the small house she once walked away from, and to the husband who never once tried to stop her. He's still there. Nothing about his life has changed. But something in hers is about to. A quiet story about success, emptiness, and the difference between chasing more and coming home.

The Earth is finally dying. Humans have been doing wrong time and time again, failing to understand their mistakes. Eventually, history closes in on itself. Now selfish and arrogant, humans fail to understand the importance of history and nature. Benji is a walking contradiction. He empathizes, but embodies selfish behavior. One day, his entire life changes with a selfless, yet simple action. Little does he know, this could give him just what he needed all along. Maybe with his story, humans can also understand the wrongdoings of their actions. Maybe we can learn how to heal ourselves and the world. _________________________________________________________________________________ Now fully completed

-a story about a defining moment in my life-

Reflective Poetry.

The Universal Journey is a psychological and archetypal map of adult development. Rather than a linear path toward improvement, it describes recurring thresholds in which identity stabilizes, strains, and sometimes collapses. These moments are not failures, but pressure points where a way of being either deepens, crystallizes, or gives way to something new. Organized around eight archetypal pairs, the Journey explores how control, attachment, unconscious forces, and nonlinear growth shape the human experience. It does not promise transformation, nor does it require suffering. It asks only for attention. This work is not a guide to who you should become. It is a lens for recognizing where you already are, how you arrived there, and why certain patterns repeat until they are seen. Part map, part mirror, part myth, the Universal Journey offers a way of understanding change without moralizing it-and movement without forcing it.

a group of new poems...

Some poems (if they can even be called that) from the mind of an introverted artist. Mostly reflective works based on or inspired by personal experience. As an introvert, my mind is a noisy, complicated place; sometimes things make more sense once they are in writing.

This collection of stream-of-consciousness reflections blends humor, self-doubt, philosophy, and personal observation as the narrator (me) explores creativity, identity, anxiety, compassion, technology, nostalgia, and the search for meaning in everyday life. Shifting between playful absurdity and sincere introspection, it reads like an inner monologue capturing the messy, amusing, and deeply human experience of growing up and learning to understand yourself. OR... dumbass writes words on paper. Full stop.