I hated your absenceuntil I learned to live by it—to chart my nights around the vacancywhere your star had once burned,to call the darkness by another nameand mistake the quietfor the shape of healing. I built my peace slowly. Stone by stone,I made a small universe of myself—hung new constellationswhere your light used to be,learned... Continue Reading →
Ephemeris of a Returning Star
You left to seek a quieter sky,to chart your course beyond the reachof our old gravity.And when you vanished,the heavens inside me collapsed—constellations broke apart,their silver lines unthreaded,their names forgotten by the night. For a while,I wandered among the ruins of stars,gathering fragments of myselflike fallen meteors from dark fields.One by one,I placed them back... Continue Reading →
The Lamplighter’s Little Planet
There was once a boywho lived on a very small planet. It was not a remarkable planet.There were no mountains,no seas, no kingdoms. Only a little house,a little garden,and one lampthat he lit every evening. The boy had once believedthat a planet needed another personto make it worth living on. He had been wrong. After... Continue Reading →
The Boy Who Closed the Heavens
There was once a boywho drowned himself in the silence,in the absence of a love he had lost.He sought answers from the stars,the cards, and the omens of dreamshe never understood. But time healed all woundslike it always does and left the boystronger that he ever thought he was. The boy finally becamea quiet country... Continue Reading →
The Artifacts of What Once Was
There are objects in my life that have outlived the relationship they came from. Not because I forgot to throw them away. Not because I am holding on. They simply remained. A sweater hanging among my clothes. A leather jacket folded neatly in a cabinet. A bookmark resting between pages I have long since reread.... Continue Reading →
Concordant Dissonance
I look at you, and I sigh.My heart is a whirlpool of emotions;my brain, an abyss of thoughts.So many things to ask you,so many things to say.I practice the words,the clearest way possible,sharp like an arrow,loud like thunder.I line up my thoughts,one after the other:like steps of a staircase,escalating yet constant;like waves of the oceans,pulsing... Continue Reading →
Hemingway
I do not usually go to bars and pubs nor do I drink beer, but tonight was different. I was drenched in tears and heartache. My chest could have exploded from the pain if only it could. I decided to entertain myself and get myself some beer before I head home. I dropped by at... Continue Reading →
Waiting for the Rain
I braved the aisle of the unfamiliar grocery store. It wasn’t here when I left five years ago, and it’s all too strange for me. It is an understatement to say that this place is no longer the same. What used to be a small convenience store is now a bar, with people overflowing. I... Continue Reading →
your bad habits
i was your bad habits . . . the things you knew you shouldn't have been doing and yet you have done them anyway. i was the sleepless nights you've had— tiring, demanding, regretful, yet indulging. i was those episodes of binge eating— impulsive, consuming, unreasonable, yet satisfying. i was the lies you told your... Continue Reading →
The Cold Blade’s Lullaby
Did I not will the dark to take me whole, and carve escape with trembling, broken hands? The crimson thread, I drew it from my soul: a vow etched deep where no one understands. They spoke of rest, of light beyond the pain, of sacred arms to catch a falling breath— yet silence met me,... Continue Reading →
