I am not grieving you anymore—not the way your hands once knew my name.I have learned the shape of goodbye,set it gently on the shelfwhere truths are kept. What aches is the futurewe never reached. The quiet house we planned with laughter,the mornings folded into shared routines,the ordinary miracleswe thought were guaranteedsimply because we believed... Continue Reading →
The smell of coffee filled the room, which delighted Czak very much. For him, that very scent is power, a source of inspiration and energy. It lifts him up when he is down, it provides him creative fuel when he can’t write, it wakes him up when he is sleepy, and so many other things. For him, coffee is life.
i have learned to keep quietthe way dusk keeps its color—softly, as if the sun never left.you move through your dayslike a secret wearing sunlight,and i pretend not to notice the glow. we made a vow once—not of love, but of honesty—a promise to speak when hearts wandered,to draw the line gently, like a handbetween... Continue Reading →
Today should have been ours.Another orbit.The stars should have sung for us:a quiet celebrationof how we once aligned. But I lost the mapsomewhere between my fearand your steady hands.You offered the stars;I reached for the storm. I wasn’t the one who let go,but was the reason you did.I was the weight in your wings,and I... Continue Reading →
Tonight, the stars remember your name.They blink like guilty witnessesto a love that once carved its constellationacross our skin. I stand beneath their trembling light,thinking how the moon still tracesthe same slow arc it didthe night you said you were leaving—and how I’d still cross that silver tidejust to meet you halfway again. If the... Continue Reading →
tonight, i want to write my saddest lines,but i will quell the tides of this stormthat stirs the peace and quiet of my heart.this typhoon now has a name—a name i have seen many moons ago,but i purposely kept my blindfold on,not to be blinded, but to keepthe tears from falling like rain. tonight, i... Continue Reading →
I walk the edge of comfort and despair,grateful for your voice that still finds mine,a fragile thread that says you still care—yet never enough to cross the line. Your laughter warms me, a fleeting sun,but I wonder what I am beneath your gaze.A secret kept, a door half-shut, undone,a ghost you visit in your quiet... Continue Reading →
A blindfold rests upon my eyes,its fabric soft, its silence kind;I beg to live in gentle lies,for peace is sweeter when I’m blind. Yet still my restless fingers twitch,they lift the veil, they make me see;and every truth reveals its stitch,unraveling my kept serenity. The knowledge cuts, though not always—sometimes it only leaves a bruise;but... Continue Reading →
I watch you laughing, lit in gold,with faces I will never meet;their stories wrap around you, bold,while mine lies folded, bittersweet. I’ve known far more than I let show—the quiet truths between your lines;half-shaded words you let me know,and all the rest you left behind. It stings, but not in ways that last;I bite my... Continue Reading →
He carried the weight of a love once lost,a heart still tender, counting the cost.The past returned, not for love’s embrace,but for a friend and a familiar face. The Magician called with a clever hand,yet left him empty, adrift on the sand.The Hermit whispered: “Keep your space,your light is found in a quieter place.” Yet... Continue Reading →
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