I've spent my whole life chasing the kind of love that feels like magic—cinematic, consuming, undeniable—but it always seems just out of reach. Even now, I’m still holding onto the hope that one day, the love I’ve only dreamed of will finally find me.

This is another old journal older journal entry I am posting now as I am not in the mood to write a new one.

It’s been a minute, but here is a fresh journal entry! I literally just finished writing this one, so the pain is very fresh and current this time.

Religious or not Religious? Nature, beauty, life, whats not to sit and ponder? Deep down, stare filled with wonder!

Am only here to listen to people and share my opinion and my lovely poems,this is a free space for anyone,no judgment or gaslighting will be tolerated.

A short story of betrayal between lovers that seemed to have everything together. A single Black rose marks the death of their romance and the life they once held together.

Was it ever real connections that we had, or was i simply vacuously unaware of the truth that you had kept hidden?

Days after meeting the mysterious Mors, Omnia decides to enlist his assistance. Wanting to do more research on the current state from a more reliable source she makes her way to a little bookstore further into the city. Taking Mors with her, the duo navigate the city to make sure neither run into the "enforcement" that Andromeda Morganite has unleashed onto the streets.

Sins of the Heir" is a slow-burning, dark romance about control, obsession, and love born in the most dangerous places. Ivy Laurent, a smart but guarded art forensics specialist, is blackmailed into working for the notorious Morello crime family to authenticate priceless paintings used to smuggle millions. There, she meets Cassian Morello the quiet, volatile heir to a bloody empire. Cold, unreadable, and terrifyingly magnetic, Cassian is a man shaped by violence and shadows. He doesn’t believe in love. She doesn’t believe in men like him. But desire doesn’t care about belief. And monsters don’t always hide in the dark sometimes, they wear suits and whisper your name like a promise.

Another previously written entry (I am trying to clear out older ones before they lose meaning in the context of my current situation) focusing on the selfish feelings I have while trying to be supportive.

Break ups are complicated and can really take a toll on one mental health. If you are in the middle of grieving a break up then this is the place for you.

Love or fondness? Can a person be with someone when there is no love? Do people settle even when there is no passion ?

Mira and Ethan become trapped in a cave after a collapse, and as hours pass in the flickering firelight, a powerful, electric attraction grows between them. On the second night, the tension erupts into a passionate, primal encounter filled with raw desire and intensity. Their physical connection feels almost elemental, as if something deeper is forming between them. Afterward, in the quiet aftermath, there’s a sense of creation and something new growing inside Mira, hinting at a lasting change from their experience.

I have some thoughts on these first two chapters of "The Summer of Broken Rules", read to hear them!

Chapter One of a story that blends romance and horror — atmospheric, eerie, and emotionally charged.

This is the first chapter of a new book called Lilly’s Journey. Lilly explains about her family and her life being a millionaires daughter. You two meet at school. In this book you’re her friend that she warms up to and tells you about her life. Soon you two will get involved about something that will maybe change both of your lives. Be sure to read Chapter One first!

Her lipstick was smudged when she cocked the gun. “You hesitated,” she said, voice low. “I was trying not to kill my own,” I murmured. She stepped closer, straddled my lap, eyes burning into mine. “I love you,” she whispered, “but next time you freeze, I’ll shoot first.” Then she kissed me—hard, final. A promise. A threat.

Daisy is in full crisis-control mode as she prepares for a town fundraiser, clipboard in hand and anxiety bubbling just beneath the surface. Everything needs to be perfect—until Mathias Kane strolls in, late, smug, and completely unbothered. Their trademark banter reignites instantly, with longtime friend Ellis stepping in as peacekeeper and caffeine supplier. As the event nears, Daisy juggles last-minute chaos, passive-aggressive comments, and the maddening presence of a man who thrives on disorder. But beneath the sarcasm and eye-rolls, a deeper history ties them all together—one that makes Daisy's carefully constructed order feel more fragile than ever. The fundraiser will go smoothly. It has to. Even if Mathias Kane insists on being a walking complication.

Another journal entry written well-before it is being posted, but today it feels poignant and relatable again as old emotions bubble to the surface…

A week after leaving the research center and finding the Stardust apartments to reside in, Omnia begins to keep track of the random happenings of her life there. From children playing, all the way to the meeting of strangers. She is trying her best to acclimate to life outside of confinement. Doesn't help that unwanted visitors keep finding their way to Omnia's abode.