Love, Pain, and Coffee Beans

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.

The Things We Do Not Say

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 →

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 →

The Day the Skies Forgot

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 →

Untethered

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 Ghost I Can’t Retrace

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 →

Where Tomorrow Breathes Again

He walks the quiet corridors of thought,a boy still haunted by a ghost of fire.The rooms are empty, yet filled with planshe once had laid like bricks of desire—a life with him, a home of laughter,a map of tomorrows traced by their hands. He lingers in doorways no one opens,listens for footsteps that will not... Continue Reading →

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