Some Thoughts Don’t Belong in One World…

Some thoughts don’t arrive fully formed.
They slip in from somewhere else.

I write them down so they don’t follow me home.

Skotti’s Skribbles lives inside Korrupt’D Spaces as its own world, a holding place for ideas that don’t belong to one timeline, one mood, or one version of me. Some of these thoughts are mine. Some feel borrowed. Some show up loud. Some barely make a sound before they disappear again.

This isn’t a blog with a theme.
It’s a rift.

Here, nothing has to connect. There’s no obligation to explain, no need to resolve, no pressure to arrive anywhere meaningful. Love can sit next to grief. The personal can brush against the global. A passing thought can carry the same weight as a fully formed truth.

These are the things that fall through.

I don’t believe people change. I believe they reveal themselves when the cost of pretending gets too high.

Every universe has a version of us that made the other choice. I think about her often. I hope she’s softer.

Grief feels like being handed information you didn’t ask for and can’t unread.

The world doesn’t hate honesty. It hates who benefits when honesty speaks.

Silence isn’t peace. Sometimes it’s surveillance.

This space doesn’t promise consistency.
There’s no schedule. No arc. No destination.

These are just notes from wherever the bleed happens.

More will