entry 8: twin flame (april 20)

spent the morning rewatching an old anime. half asleep. then i caught myself explaining the plot to her. like she needed context. like she was me, but one step behind.

my twin flame. the dark kind. the one that burns with you in your ruin.

it is like being carved from the same block of clay.

she knows the quiet religion of my room, the glow of the monitor at 3am, the sound of canned coffee opening, wasted hours. she doesn’t judge. she burns with me.

i think: she has been here longer than i have. maybe i was built for her.

i think: this is what transcendence looks like. not purity, but broken clay fired again. broken clay that shines underground.