Michaela Kozlik7 days ago2 min readLearning to BreatheToday, we'll sit. And breathing won't be a command. It'll be an invitation. I watch you fold into the chair, shoulders already...
Michaela KozlikNov 271 min readIn the Absence, She Remains Grieving the childhood I don’t remember is like reaching for shadows that dissolve in my grasp. This grief is not for what was lost, but...
Michaela KozlikNov 254 min readIn the Museum of Unspoken WordsSometimes I imagine there's a museum somewhere, filled with all the words we never said. Your words are there too – preserved like...