hazeydays1d

In a far-off country,
          	Where the wind howls, but stands still,
          	The water swells, then crashes,
          	Reaching for the sky before it pulls back.
          	Some creatures hide within the dense trees,
          	Others spread their wings,
          	Soaring above the boundless sea.
          	
          	But there, within the shadows,
          	A child is locked in a cage—
          	Not as an animal, but as a soul confined.
          	He watches the creatures of the sky,
          	And dreams of the freedom they possess,
          	Screaming for someone—anyone—to set him free.
          	But his cries are swallowed by silence.
          	
          	Eighteen years have passed.
          	The first days—filled with sunlight—
          	A haze of innocence,
          	But the world grew heavy,
          	And the light dimmed.
          	Realization gripped him,
          	And the dark swallowed the dawn.
          	
          	Now, the end is near.
          	He can feel it,
          	The slow pull of release,
          	A taste of the world he’s never known,
          	The freedom he’s only glimpsed in dreams.
          	At last, he’ll see the sky,
          	Feel the wind on his face,
          	And know that he’s truly free,
          	Until the end of time.

hazeydays1d

In a far-off country,
          Where the wind howls, but stands still,
          The water swells, then crashes,
          Reaching for the sky before it pulls back.
          Some creatures hide within the dense trees,
          Others spread their wings,
          Soaring above the boundless sea.
          
          But there, within the shadows,
          A child is locked in a cage—
          Not as an animal, but as a soul confined.
          He watches the creatures of the sky,
          And dreams of the freedom they possess,
          Screaming for someone—anyone—to set him free.
          But his cries are swallowed by silence.
          
          Eighteen years have passed.
          The first days—filled with sunlight—
          A haze of innocence,
          But the world grew heavy,
          And the light dimmed.
          Realization gripped him,
          And the dark swallowed the dawn.
          
          Now, the end is near.
          He can feel it,
          The slow pull of release,
          A taste of the world he’s never known,
          The freedom he’s only glimpsed in dreams.
          At last, he’ll see the sky,
          Feel the wind on his face,
          And know that he’s truly free,
          Until the end of time.

hazeydays1d

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Happy New Year 2025, you directionless lot! 
          
          May this year bring you everything you deserve—success, happiness, and maybe even some wild nights you won’t remember… but wish you could.
          I know I know... it's been quiet around here. My apologies for the radio silence, but exams have me chained to my desk until April. It’s like being stuck in a never-ending loop of panic, caffeine, and an existential crisis that's slowly turning me into this generation's Nietzsche or Bukowski. Honestly, who knows? Maybe I’ll come out of this a brooding poet, writing about the meaning of life while sipping whiskey and staring into the void. But don’t worry, once I’m free, I’ll be back, hotter than the mess I’m currently living through.
          Thanks for sticking around and I promise, the wait will be worth it unless I lose my mind and start questioning the universe before then. Until then, keep causing chaos, fangirling like you mean it, and pretending to have your shit together because I sure don't.
          Here’s to a year of heat, mysteries, and maybe some new chapters that will have you literally gasping for more…
          
          Love,
          hazeydays1d

hazeydays1d

I’m absolutely shattered. The news has hit me like a ton of bricks, and I can’t stop replaying it in my head. It’s not just disbelief—it’s rage, heartbreak, and frustration all wrapped into one. How did we get here? How could a nation, one that claims to stand for justice and progress, choose a convicted rapist over a woman? The message this sends is clear, and it’s horrifying.
          
          I’m not even in America, yet I feel this anger so deeply. And knowing that my girl is there, living through this, makes it all the more personal. I’m terrified for her, for all the women and marginalized people who deserve so much better than this.
          
          I need time. Time to process, to reflect, and to find some semblance of peace in a world that feels increasingly chaotic. For now, I’ll be stepping back from publishing. I’ll still be here if anyone needs to talk, but my energy is low, and my heart is heavy.
          
          To my readers: I’m so sorry for the delay. I know many of you were invested in my story, and I hate to keep you waiting. Please bear with me. Thank you for understanding.