Love
“Some connections aren’t loud—they linger.”
Fall Asleep Together
Not everything needs a destination. Sometimes closeness is quiet—shared screens, shared silence, and the comfort of drifting off knowing someone stayed.
“No plans.
Just company.”
What are you doing tonight?
I was thinking we could FaceTime—
share my screen,
put something on Netflix,
and just fall asleep.
A Message to Women
This isn’t advice.
It’s acknowledgment.
For the weight you carry without asking to be seen.
For the tenderness you protect like a second language.
For the way you keep moving, even when stillness would be easier.
This message isn’t here to fix you.
It’s here to recognize you.
You don’t owe the world resilience.
You don’t owe beauty an explanation.
You don’t owe anyone access to your becoming.
This is simply a letter—
written with care,
received without obligation.
A message to women,
for everything you’ve already survived
and everything you’re still choosing.
A Message to Women by Reyna Biddy
Daydream Audio
I Learned How to Play
A reflection on heartbreak, misalignment, and how loss rewrites the rules of intimacy.
“Some lessons don’t hurt you once.
They change how you love forever.”
This ain’t for competition.
My heart went missing.
If I gotta go through you to get it back,
so be it—
I’m with it.
He stayed resistant.
She played me.
Obviously.
I was lost in the place I grew up.
Everybody knew—
who knew us.
Pain with no bruises.
I lost myself when I took that loss.
I died on that porch.
Rest in peace to him,
because the new me
will never love the same again.
Fall in love again—
maybe.
But not like that.
I played them like she played me.
Said I love you
when I didn’t.
Damn.
I didn’t know how to play
until I got played.
There wasn’t a day
I didn’t tell myself
they ain’t shit—
not because they weren’t,
but because I felt like shit.
It took time to heal.
A new love came.
I turned the page.
When Desire Breaks Its Own Mirror
A reflection on attraction, projection, and the emotional shock that follows when fantasy collapses under truth.
“Attraction isn’t betrayal.
Shock is what happens when imagination outpaces truth.”
The most unsettling thing that can happen to a man
isn’t attraction—
it’s attraction without context.
Hear me out.
A friend of mine—
fully heterosexual, deeply drawn to women.
Their shape. Their beauty. Their presence.
He sees someone who fits the image perfectly.
Body sculpted. Face soft. Confidence natural.
Desire forms fast.
Instinct does what it’s trained to do.
Something feels off.
The name doesn’t align.
The behavior doesn’t settle.
Later, the truth arrives—not gently.
The person he imagined
was never who he thought they were.
And that’s where the damage happens.
Not in attraction—
but in the collapse of projection.
When the image you love becomes unattainable,
the mind scrambles to protect itself.
Shock turns to grief.
Grief sharpens into anger.
Not because of deception—
but because fantasy was allowed to replace knowing.
This is what happens
when imagination builds faster than reality can correct it.
Pain doesn’t come from desire.
It comes from the moment desire realizes
it never asked enough questions.
Nathalie
A quiet thank-you to someone who showed up with consistency, grace, and care
—before it was understood, before it was returned.
“Some people love you without ever asking to be chosen.”
For many years.
I’ve had a friend named Nathalie.
I liked her.
She knew I liked her.
When I met another girl,
she got jealous—
but never cruel.
She hugged me every day.
Every single day.
She’d say,
don’t pick me
like she was already protecting herself
from the future.
When I got locked up,
she wrote me.
I still have that letter.
That’s not nostalgia—
that’s proof.
I never forgot
I just didn’t know how to say
thank you back then.
So this is me saying it now.
I see you.
I remember you.
I appreciate you.
Some love doesn’t ask for anything.
It just stays kind.