SB's Draft Piles

This ugly side of me is a family heirloom. But it doesn't matter now where I got it from. I have to decide where to keep it, how to live with it. And that's the wretched thing about it. (Raven, 20.06.2026)

Who would have thought to be unseen is this painful? Is this why our oath sounds thus? "I bear witness..."

#random #draft (17.06.2026)

And now I realized: this fight to understand my value has never been to make me valuable. (Because I am, always have been, valuable.) This fight will not give me what I deserve or desire. This fight has always been just the beginning; and its end will be when I end my betrayers. #draft (16.06.2026)

#commentary It's just been in my mind these days. I should be grateful there's food prepared for me. But when it's not appetizing, for one reason or another, should I have just forced myself to eat it? They say to cook is to love. There are people out there whose love language is cooking for their loved ones. But I have often found it... burdening, in occasions.

For a while, now, it has been nagging at the border of my mind. There were food prepared for me. But it has gone cold. I don't know how to enjoy it well. It should have been a blessing, a generosity. But before I knew it— It's become a burden. How should I express this? "I appreciate your care, But I can't eat this anymore"? What am I supposed to do with this food? I don't have the heart to throw it away; I don't know how to eat it without choking; So will it only stay on my plate, grow mold, rot, and stink? Then before I know it— My house will be filled with rot and decay. #random

I had a dream, Hell reviewed my case; "You're better off humans," they said Cutting off my horns. But do I, really? Whenever I walk down the street Their stare tell me they know I'm not quite the same. Wake up, wiping my face, Head too light, forehead empty. Now when I get out the door, I tell myself, time to hide my horns. Because they know I ain't no proper demon, neither I'm a normal human. Rough #draft

We walked into the kitchen then stared blankly, wondering why we stood where we did. A few snaps of the fingers to recollect the thoughts. They are like the kids frolicking noisily outside; inside our head, there's always woisy thoughts vying for attention. It's easy to lose one of them when you're not paying attention. #random thoughts

It has been scientifically proven; heartbreak can actually affect your heart. Yet here we are, standing again and again, even with heart in tatter, slowly beating into its death— because we still want to live. (I'm alive. I'm dying. I'm living.) #random #draft, edited #excerpt of daily log 25.04.2026

#commentary: 1) apparently there are people who reply to the saying "eat the rich" by saying "hey, you will be eaten next if you do that" 2) it has been said: today's culture is resistance.

"We are going to eat the rich." "If you do that, you'll one day find it's your turn to be eaten." "Joke on you, we are already being eaten alive. Our sky, our future, our dreams, all are stolen from us. We are caged by invisible strings, and drained out of our soul. Then as empty husks, we are left to rot in a wasteland ravaged by their greed. Our grudge has never been born out of nothing. Our rage is waking up, from a long history with centuries and millennia of abuse." #draft

And so I pray: good tidings to the strangers. #commentary

Memory; of a child that never knew how to feel at home with the world. Of an "orphan" who never feel belonging except with themself. Of a drifting soul who, inevitable, has become intimately acquainted with loneliness. #random #excerpt 25.04.2026

"... it is a blessing and a curse, because that's just how blessings work. It just that there are blessings that people more commonly receive; so the 'curse' following them is normalized and accommodated. And us who have the more uncommon blessings, are called cursed."

#random convo in my head.

Feelings processed. Words exchanged. Understanding reached. Apologies accepted. Drama is over. We'll continue with the regular post in irregular frequency after a bit more of makeover of the channel Link to jump to the last relevant poetic post: https://t.me/writing_draftpiles/1730

Feelings processed. Words exchanged. Understanding reached. Apologies accepted. Drama is over. We'll continue with the regular post in irregular frequency after a bit more of makeover of the channel Link to jump to the last relevant poetic post: https://t.me/writing_draftpiles/1730

Hello, it's Sam. We thought it would only be fair to do this here, just like we made the mistake here. SB Hunter is a dear if not the dearest friend to us, we would have never done this if we thought SB Hunter would be this upset in the slightest. In fact, I've only practiced April's fool through the two and half decades of my life times that can be countable on a single hand's finger. Anyway, I'm not here to justify or explain, we acted rashly and on an impulse but that's also no excuse. We're deeply truly sorry, to SB.Hunter first, and to everyone who might have gotten upset or our action. Please accept our sincerest apologies. Thank you, - Sam.

If, by the end of the night, I'm still not over my feelings, I might actually just archive the channel and stop posting. It might not have been very active, but it was still my space. You think just deleting the posts will also delete the fact it caused me anxiety and agitation? And some of you might think I'm overreacting over a joke, that I'm too sensitive. Well, that sensitivity is exactly the reason I could write the way I do. I'm done being shamed for my sensitivity, by a world that has forgotten the value of softness and how to be gentle. Any of you still want this channel, just pray I'll find a way to mend this channel space so I can still call it mine. - SB.Hunter