the wounded
march of the broken child
I warned you there would be emo shit to deal with!
Cumha
I see your suffering. I saw it then, too, across the silence — across the void you called distance.
We have a right to our masks, carved over years of quiet ache and private disappointments. But some of us deploy them like a verdict.
When kindness reaches in to unwrap our pain, we meet thorns in soft tissue, mistaking gentle hands for a threat. I reached. You counted the fingers.
We miss the point, clutching at the high ground, an island to die on, immolated petals that once were something tender. We needed a villain.
My anger had a name — invisible while you were there, nothing to give in the flesh. Love rationed like a punishment I still don’t understand.
What warmth you gave was careful, measured out like a plan enough to keep me grateful, never enough to make me sure.
I have failed before. I will fail again. I will not carry this story of this ending as mine alone.
Lay the weapons down — no absolution, the little fire gone cold.
The jetty is clear now. Not better. Just clear.
diagnosis
We carry out dysfunction as a badge of misdiagnosed honour, and trudge down the path of righteous crusade.
person-fun: “I have 1000 hours of solo self diagnosis”
person-thorn: “I have a spot marked out on tree”
persona: “no, you are both wrong I have been to therapy!”
I know I need to overcome rather than being identified by my diagnosis/trauma/suffering. Adapt, if I want to keep going, this is my way forward. We are human, we have the tools. I hope you find your journey and get on the path. Centuries of knowledge.
Gnosis.
walk the walk 2026
Thank you, friends and family who have donated to orangesky for the walk-the-walk fundraiser, fundraising to provide laundry and support services to those in need.
can you web the lock tonight
Part of my walk, was this long, post-wedding, emo walk down busso jetty reflecting on my mistakes but ultimately embracing the chance for the new steps of change I… did I even talk about that? Probably not, just words cut up into indigestible shitmix.
Evil cannot come in if you don’t invite it
