fatherhood
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When moonlight spills across the floor,And night comes soft and deep,I stand beside your little bedsAnd listen while you sleep. The world grows still, the stars lean low,The dark begins to sing,And in the hush of every breathI find my everything. I wonder where your dreaming goes,What skies your hearts may see,What castles rise, what…
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Every time I think about you being 10, my mind goes right back to the day you were born. I still see you as that tiny little human who somehow became my whole world in an instant. Now here you are… taller, louder, goofier, and somehow even more amazing. You’ve always been my little oddball,…
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There’s something about sleep lately that feels more like survival than rest. My body sleeps, but my mind remains in a battlefield—stuck in the endless cycle of nightmares, adrenaline, and anxiety. And when I wake up, there’s no peace waiting for me—just another kind of war. Anxiety has become a shadow I carry, a weight…
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 