Luna Vani

Joined November 2025

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I gather broken pieces and turn them into light

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Small Decisions, Big Consequences
History rarely announces itself with thunder. More often, it arrives quietly—on the soles of ordinary shoes, in pauses between breaths, in decisions so small they barely feel like choices at all.
By Luna Vani12 days ago in History
She Who Walks My Sleep
She comes without footsteps, slips through the unlocked doors of my sleep, a hush moving through corridors I never meant to build.
By Luna Vani13 days ago in Poets
Why Stories Matter
In a world crowded with headlines, notifications, and endless scrolling, stories remain one of the few things that can still make us stop. Not pause out of obligation, but pause because something inside us recognizes itself. Long before we had screens, stories were how we survived. Long before we had facts neatly organized into textbooks, stories were how we understood them. And even now—especially now—stories continue to matter more than we often realize.
By Luna Vani13 days ago in Writers
Why Guilt Feels Physical
Guilt is supposed to live in the mind. It is categorized as an emotion, filed neatly beside regret, shame, and remorse. Yet anyone who has truly felt guilt knows it refuses to stay contained. It creeps into the chest like a weight, knots the stomach, tightens the throat, and sometimes aches in places we cannot name. Guilt does not just feel emotional—it feels physical. And there is a reason for that.
By Luna Vani13 days ago in Psyche
I Didn’t Feel Like a Criminal
I didn’t feel like a criminal. Criminals, I thought, were loud in their wrongdoing—reckless, intentional, almost proud of the harm they caused. They wore guilt like a jacket they could take off at the door. They planned. They rehearsed. They crossed lines with a sense of certainty.
By Luna Vani14 days ago in Criminal
Grandmother
Grandmother, your hands were the first map I learned to read— rivers of time, soft hills of sacrifice, lines that carried our family forward
By Luna Vani16 days ago in Poets
The Heart of Home
In laughter and in quiet sighs, In every tear that meets our eyes, Family is the tether, strong and true, A light that guides us when we’re blue.
By Luna Vani17 days ago in Poets
I Stole Something I Regret
I never thought I would be the kind of person who stole. Not in a big, dramatic way, like the movies show, but small—the kind of theft that whispers its way into your conscience quietly, almost unnoticed. But last year, I did. And the memory of it gnaws at me every time I remember.
By Luna Vani17 days ago in Confessions
Life Isn’t Fair
Life isn’t fair, and most of us learn that truth far too early, usually in quiet moments when expectations collapse and no one knows how to explain why. It arrives as a sentence spoken gently but lands like a verdict, heavy and final, shaping how we see the world before we are ready to understand it. Some people are born into rooms filled with safety, encouragement, and second chances, while others open their eyes to uncertainty, pressure, and the constant need to prove their worth just to exist. Some are taught confidence as a birthright, while others learn fear before they learn hope. None of this is balanced, and pretending otherwise only deepens the ache.
By Luna Vani17 days ago in Fiction
The Doll Who Knew All Her Secrets
There was a little girl who believed that quiet things had voices. Her name was Mira, and she lived in a small apartment where the walls hummed softly at night, as if remembering old conversations. Her parents were kind but busy, always moving through rooms with phones pressed to their ears, calendars folded into their hands. They loved her, but love sometimes arrived late, like letters with faded stamps.
By Luna Vani19 days ago in Humans
What We Didn’t Survive
We loved each other like people who thought time was infinite. We said later as if it were a promise, not a cliff. Now I carry your absence
By Luna Vani19 days ago in Poets
The Way You Stay
Love didn’t arrive like thunder. It came like evening light— slow, patient, learning the shape of my walls. You stayed.
By Luna Vani19 days ago in Poets