Ronie Dinosaur

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 138 – The Poverties That Forge Poverty of company- empty benches where echoes sit alone. Poverty of companion- no hand to match the stride, no voice to answer the roar. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 137 – The Fallen Cone and the Kite Her love was like a melting ice cream. I hoarded coins for days- small, dull metals scraped from pockets and dust- until they weighed enough Read more from here...

I walk. Not because I am brave, and not because I am lost, but because stopping would require a lie. Walking is the only posture my character can hold without collapsing. I was born between two zeros. Before me, nothing. After me, nothing again. In between, this body learned hunger, this mind learned patterns, and this heart learned thirst. Consciousness only learned one thing: it does not want to end. Everything else is decoration. The world taught me early that existence is transactional. Smile correctly, bend at the right angle, desire the approved objects, and you may be granted warmth. I refused the performance. I did not refuse love; I refused the counterfeit. The refusal cost me everything. People say loneliness is the absence of others. They are wrong. Loneliness is being intact in a world that rewards fracture. It is being original where copies are easier to circulate. I did not lose people; I was never selected by the system that distributes them. I carried a heart that wanted to give without invoice. The world answered with rates. Every touch asked for currency-money, status, compromise, obedience. When I could not pay, I was instructed to disappear politely. So I did. I disappeared while remaining alive, which is a more difficult discipline than death. Read more from here...