Simply Drakovi

The roofers are finally done. The banging and rattling are over and the new roof sits up there solid and quiet. I stood outside for a bit this morning just looking at it. It’s a strange kind of peace knowing it’s all rebuilt and ready. Just in time too. Monsoon season is rolling in. The sky’s been flirting with rain the past few evenings and you can feel it in the air. The desert was aching for water. You can almost hear the ground sighing when it finally drinks. That scent of wet dust and creosote, nothing like it. Lately I’ve been feeling like myself again. It’s been a stretch of heavy weeks, months maybe, but something’s shifted. My happiness is finding its way back. It doesn’t feel so far off anymore. Most of the demons I’ve been carrying around have gotten quieter. Some are gone. I’ve made peace with a few. I can breathe again. And through it all there’s Hayley. Always steady. Always there. I love that girl with everything I’ve got. Some days I don’t even have to say much. She get...

Society Has Become Really Strange by Drakovi Bloodrose  Society has become really strange said the vending machine to the priest as the quarter melted into a whisper of plastic pigeons and the neon gods blinked out a morse code we never learned i saw a man selling memories from a Ziploc bag labeled Thursday and everyone paid in emotional debris the receipt screamed we’ve replaced feelings with firmware stuffed serotonin into the sockets of our screens while pigeons wear neckties and debate philosophy in alleyways sprayed with graffiti that spells truth backwards i tried to scream but the alphabet was on vacation Y was drunk in Tijuana and Q never even existed you just believed it did like freedom like cereal prizes time isn’t real anymore just a carousel of 404 errors looping the same breakfast until eggs become ideology and toast recites propaganda a child drew a map of reality using crayons stolen from a ghost’s toolbox everyone applauded we made it the flag capitalism got baptiz...

Mornings are quiet here. Before the heat kicks in. The sun is low and soft. Like it’s waking up slow. I usually just stop. Take a moment. Let it sink in. I stare at the sun. Just catching the light at the edges of my eyes. Feeling the warmth on my face before the day gets busy. Sometimes the sky is pink and gold. Other times just pale blue. Either way, it feels like hitting reset. A little break before the noise starts. I don’t stay long. Just long enough to slow my breath. To settle. It grounds me. I try to do this every day. And when I do, it reminds me why I live in this dry heat.  Mornings have a softness.  If you catch them just right. Simply Me,  Drakovi Bloodrose 

There’s something quiet I like about folding laundry once it’s dry. No machines running. Just the soft rustle of fabric and the stillness in the room. I hang everything outside when I can. The heat does the drying and the wind does the rest. When I bring it all back in, the fabric feels sun-warmed and a bit rough from the air. It smells like the yard and the day it dried in. Folding becomes a kind of rhythm. Shirts, towels, the little things. I don’t rush it. Edges lined up, stacks forming. The smell is different. Not detergent, not dryer sheets. Just sun and wind and fabric. My mind drifts while my hands work. Nothing big. Just small thoughts that stick around a while longer than usual. Simple work. Grounding. I never mind it. Simply me,  Drakovi Bloodrose 

When the Sand Laughs by Drakovi Bloodrose The sand laughed in spirals, and I laughed back because what else could I do. It wasn't mocking me, not really. It was just tired of being stepped on. Each grain had a name I couldn’t pronounce and a history I’d never believe. Some were bones of gods, others were dreams that never got dreamt. I bent down to listen, and it filled my ears with static, like the sound of prayers whispered underwater. It told me I was already a ruin, a beautiful one, but crumbling all the same. I looked to the sky for a response, but the sky had folded in on itself like a napkin after dinner, used and vaguely embarrassed. I stayed a while anyway. Sank to my knees. Let the laughter crawl up my spine. I laughed until my ribs ached, until the wind forgot my name and started calling me something older. Maybe the desert forgave me. Or maybe it was never angry to begin with. Maybe it just wanted someone to laugh with so it wouldn’t be alone in its endless spinning.

Missing Voices: Why Call of Duty’s Latest Update Feels Unbalanced I checked out the new Black Ops 6 update today. They added Beavis and Butt-Head, Coach Buzzcut, and Todd. Kind of a mediocre mix, but I was curious. After a few games, though, one thing really stood out there isn’t a single female character anywhere. That feels off in today’s world. We’ve been talking about balance and representation forever. This update could’ve easily included some female characters from the same universe. Like Mrs. Stevenson, Lolita and Tanqueray, or even Daria Morgendorffer. Those choices make sense and would have added some much needed variety. I really enjoy Beavis and Butt-Head and love seeing them in the game. I also like Daria and Mrs Stevenson and wish they were part of this update. Instead, it’s all dudes, loud and over the top, like always. It feels like a missed chance to switch things up or actually think about who they left out. I’ve played Call of Duty for years, and lately the game just ...