This morning began earlier than the light.
There was a quiet effort in preparing for the day — warm drinks, small routines, and a body that did not feel entirely at ease.
Outside, the world moved quickly.
There were footsteps, wheels, and sudden sounds.
Bicycles passed too close, voices rose and fell, and laughter echoed in ways that felt uncertain.
It was not always clear what was meant or who it was for, but the heart stayed alert, learning how to move carefully through crowded spaces.
Even in...

6am flu in my bones,
Mum's why phone while her screen glows,
Did not get lunch i want but chose another
Dad words, concentrate,
I tucked it like medicine
An eww flew past,
A snatch, a stare, a pram too fast
Mum said sorry to cleaner,
I could not talk
Bus 53, Annabeth mispronounced
May is coming, names are hard,
We all fumble
Mum said Celine,
That's my name.
I don't want to but texted anyway
Trainers didn't care but my peace didn't sway.
Slow by cars, my fear
I looked at mum with hatred
No one's pure and...

This morning began before the sun,
at a quiet hour where the body still felt yesterday.
There were echoes carried into the new day,
words that lingered longer than they should.
But routine held steady —
a warm drink, small preparations,
and the quiet discipline of continuing anyway.
The world outside felt close and crowded.
Spaces were tight, movements uncertain,
and there was a constant awareness of others —
their distance, their actions, their energy.
Still, step by step, the journey continued.
At...