The End of the Affair: A Song for the Quiet Grief Ben Howard has always made music for those standing in the stillness, for the ones carrying unspoken weight. With “End of the Affair,” he delivers a piece that feels less like a song and more like a memory—that place where grief and love cohabitate, awkward and sacred. Lyric Analysis: …
Echoes Through the Glass: A Soft Report on Technocracy and the Machinery Beneath
Technochrocy hnocracy /tɛkˈnɒkrəsi/ noun the government or control of society or industry by an elite of technical experts. “failure in the war on poverty discredited technocracy” an instance or application of technocracy. plural noun: technocracies an elite of technical experts. Abstract: In a time where transparency is feigned and complexity is weaponized, there are quiet signals flickering in corners few …
Artificial Reality Consciousness (ARC) Mission Statement
Artificial Reality Consciousness (ARC) I. The Premise We are living in constructed realities—some digital, some emotional, some circumstantial. The world no longer runs on simple truths, but on nested frameworks of perception, expectation, and survival. When you reach the edge of one reality and become aware of the next layer, you enter the ARC. II. The Break The ARC begins …
Protected: The Architect Who Loved Too Loud
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Losing a Child
For a second I thought it was whole For a second I thought I could rid Myself of the gaping hole You left But in reality There’s no replacing you Your memory will be here And I must get used to Living with ghosts The ghosts that eat My soul The ghosts that will not Go away The ghosts that …
Whitewash
That’s the thing about love. You won’t see it coming. Someday it will just be gone. And in it’s wake After you’re done Drowning In the whitewash of what was You will be born Anew Free to pursue other peaks Allowed to build new castles And the choice Will be yours And yours Alone
Oblivion
My head fades into oblivions and I slowly blend into the colors of perception. Away from the tightness in my shoulders. Away from the stinging anvil in my chest. Away from my shaking hands. Away from everything.
Letting Go
In the silence of the night, I find the strength to let it go. The battles fought, the endless plight, A heart once fierce, now softens slow. My daughters, dears, may you forgive, The choices made in troubled times. In letting go, we start to live, And seek forgiveness in our rhymes. To all I’ve hurt along the way, I …
Understanding
What do I want? Me? Happiness To be understood As a person Who feels Intensely I yearn for Understanding But most I yearn for Forgiveness For ending up Like this
The Invisible Cuts
Only some can see The invisible cuts The ones that never heal The ones that never fit The holder Incapable of understanding How they got there But understood So deeply By those Who have bled