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Sky Burton

Sky Burton

How do you know when love has gone wrong?

They Called Him a Lover-Part 1

Not the polished, pretty boy who sent flowers and said the right thing at the right time. No—he was the kind who stayed when he shouldn’t have. Who forgave the silence. Who kept showing up, hoping she'd eventually meet him halfway.

What is an angel number? A message. A memory. A call to action. What we notice beyond the chatter all around us can shape what we become.

424. I Named The Site After a Number. Here’s Why.

The 424 became a small act of defiance against a world that demands constant explanation. A reminder that some of the most important choices we make don’t come from logic or plans, but from a quiet tug at the edge of awareness.

Rewritten

Rewritten

Sometimes, the year ends exactly where it needs to: not in grand finales or clean epilogues, but in the quiet return of something that once felt impossible.

Me and my support lion.

Road Noise

For two years, I wandered the U.S. with no clue what I was doing. I took work calls from a hot spring, made friends with hippies named Moon and one dog who saw right through me. I also ate beans in six different states while crying—but that's advanced content we'll cover in Chapter 9.

Most favorite car: my Explorer Sport

New Era Begins

It was the season for packing, both literal and emotional. I was elbow-deep in boxes, carefully tucking away Christmas bulbs into their original packaging, because apparently, my coping mechanism for chaos is obsessive organization.

How do we learn to endure?

The Last Goodbye

We talked about the future—the life we weren’t going to have. And although we clung to the fantasy, the dread lingered in the background like a loaded gun on the table. There was no saving this bright thing.

Tipitina's was a local icon for the music of New Orleans

Chapter 9 - Right Place Wrong Time

I was completely seduced by his firm grip and confident kisses that pressed me suddenly and brutally to the wall. His mouth moved down my shoulders as he pulled the neck of my blouse away and down toward my breasts.