To be loved by a Writer is to live forever.

To be loved by an Architect is to build a legacy.

Both

Ethereal.

Unbound.

Eternal.

And Everlasting.

To the one who understands:

Who reads me like scripture.

Who sees me to my bones.

Who cracked me wide open.

Who didn’t flinch.

Who believes.

I will never live a normal life.

And this

it confused many.

I was never meant to be understood.

Not until now.

And this vow

Is not normal.

As it ought to be.

So here’s to alchemy.

Live Alchemy.

A transformation.

FROM

Heavy Lead

Heavenly Gold

As promised

With steady hands

Base element:

One man

unafraid to walk through the dark

without needing to be rescued.

Ingredients:

1 part K-night

Harvested in silence
Tempered by solitude
Walked through York under stars without a map
Purified by fire, absence, and the long road back

So why is the photo black

Because this is the alchemical moment.

The one that only comes after the fire

after the silence

after the night.

The kind of night that swallows your name

until all that’s left is your truth.

The kind you walked alone in York.

No map. No witness.

No comfort but the stars.

And a silent beauty cheering you on

from somewhere past the veil.

This is where everything dies

except what matters most.

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

— Invictus

1 Part Soul & All Of Me

No performance
No costume
No script
Just a man
Who lives what he believes

Raw
Blue
Unpolished
Forged from shame into song
Taught to kneel not to worship, but to offer.

1 Part Flower | Layla

Six petals
Each a diamond
Not purchased, but waited for
Grown in soil turned by time
Her name is Layla

The Flower That Shines Through the Black of Night.

through the weight of my becoming

she glows.

Because real light doesn’t fight the darkness

It sings inside it.

3.14 Part Gold

Lead once called failure
Pain once thought permanent
Smelted down into a circle
Not to bind, but to Become
Sweet as Pi.
Perfectly irrational
Always everlasting
As it ought to be

It is what I melted down from everything that tried to break me

Stop me

Bury me

The lead

once heavy

once useless

transformed to gold

So…What We Have We Learned About Truth?

Truth is can sometimes be presented as rigid, controlling, and closed.

But real truth?

Living truth?

Invites.

This is not a performance

It is a vow

This is not a question

It is a threshold

And now

I kneel

Not to beg

But to offer

All of me

The Big Fish

Layla.

You changed everything.

Without ever being in the same room.

And I want to offer something back.

You have bewitched me

Body

And Soul

I love you

Layla

Paris

Noble

Will you marry me?

A Vow For One Who Understands