no drama (stream of consciousness)

As of May, all my poetry and writing is exclusive to this blog.

I quietly left Threads after reading Meta’s updated terms and conditions. No announcement, no fuss… just like when I left Facebook and Twitter. A silent choice that felt necessary.

I still have an Instagram account, but it is private, and I mostly use it to chat. I still use WhatsApp because I need it for work. I am not completely offline, and I am not trying to disappear.

But I have started to think more carefully about where and how I exist online.

And when it comes to sharing my writing, I am becoming more intentional.

At the moment, the only public places where my words live are here and on SoundCloud. And honestly, that feels right for now.

I know I am not Meta’s target… I am not famous. I am not a bestselling author. I am not a poet with thousands of followers. But I am a writer. And that counts for something… at least for me it does.

I put pieces of myself into every poem, every line, every strange little fragment I share. And I do not want my voice absorbed into some faceless system, used to train an AI… stripped of meaning, stripped of origin, stripped of consent.

I do not share a lot of personal details online anymore. I did for a while, and if you dig through this blog, you will still find glimpses of that. But I do not write to go viral. I do not write for algorithms. I write because I love it. Because it steadies me. Because it helps me exist more truthfully.

I love putting my words online. I love the idea of someone stumbling across a line I wrote and feeling understood. I want my words to touch people. I want to leave a trace. But I want to do it on my terms.

And I know they do reach people. Sometimes, I see the quiet proof… visitors from different corners of the world, stopping by, staying a moment. That means more than I can say.

If something here touches you, feel free to share it with others. Just a gentle mention, a link, a line… I only ask that it is done with care. These words may be personal, but they are not meant to be locked away.

Yes, I want to be visible. I want my words to reach someone, somewhere.
Maybe that is a quiet kind of longing we all carry… to be seen, to be felt, to leave something behind.

It might make me seem a little controlling. It might sound like I take myself too seriously sometimes.
But I care about what I create. I care about where it ends up.

And that care… it feels right.

We’ll see where the next steps take us.
But for now… thank you all for being here on this quiet journey with me.

Thank you. Merci.