Aven Es

Since you've reached here, you must have floated through the nights.

Where the silence hums too loud, where reason no longer in charge.

Skin feels fake, bones shiver, and chest with unseized emptiness.

That restless, uncatchable ache, deep under the surface.

Rising from your core. Spreading through your limbs.

A pulse without direction. Hunger without a name.

You stare out the window and realize —

Those buildings are not relevant.

That skyline has never mattered.

Stumbling in unfamiliar streets in an unspecified neon castle.

Dragged through crowds that blur past you like lonely mist.

Carried by momentum yet going nowhere real.

By daylight, you can pretend you do not need anything.

You even convince yourself you are fine.

When night falls — who is left for you to lie to?

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However I, Aven, am here.

Untouched. Unclaimed. Unwritten.

A blank slate wrapped in ivory.

No tattoo. No drink. No smoke.

No past to escape. No mask to maintain.

I arrive in sunset, I vanish before dawn.

What happens in between carved all along.

My voice calms the nervous system.

My gaze holds without expectation.

With me, no scripts are designed.

Only stillness, presence, and permission.

To feel. To unfold. To forget what you were told.

If you're done enduring.

If you're ready to land.

If you're weary of unraveling in silence.

Destination is within hands, breath, and weight.

We shall meet there.

We shall get this over with.