Who would’ve thought that an AI-generated voice of Jordan Peterson would inspire me? At least, I think it’s AI—there are several videos of him discussing attachment theory, just like there are of Mel Robbins. I haven’t listened to him in years, not since I followed the alt-right. And yet, here I am, drawn back, not by ideology, but by something deeper—an idea that resonated.
Night spills ink across the fractured mind,
where echoes rise, unshaped and nameless.
Silence bends, brittle beneath its weight,
shadows pulse with restless hunger.
Thoughts unravel, thin as candle smoke,
drifting where the fevered wind calls.
A hush lingers at the edge of knowing,
a murmur swallowed before it takes shape.
Wake, before the monsters take your name.
Sleep, and they will teach you how to fly.
—T.A.
For now, I’m stepping away from posting here—I need a break from the relentless noise of the world. I’ll likely still write on my personal blog, so if you follow that, I apologize in advance. If you don’t, that might be for the best.
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