We sit beside each otheras the sky folds itself into dusk,the sun slipping behind the edge of the sealike a secret too tired to keep. You laugh.I laugh.And it’s real—but it’s not the same. There was a timewhen your smile felt like discovery,like stumbling barefoot into warm sandafter a long, aching winter.Now it’s a familiar... 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 →
The apartment was too quiet. I never thought silence could feel so loud. The place I live in now still carries the faint scent of him—burnt coffee, cologne too sweet for my liking, the way his shirts clung to the back of a chair he never pushed in. It’s been years since we ended, yet... 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 →
And dawn was his, eternal, bright— a boy who rose from endless night. Through myth and shadow, loss and strife, he learned the song that remakes his life.
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 →
They said the bridge was burned to ash,yet lingered where the embers flashed;each found excuses, small and thin,to step once more where they had been. A glance became a borrowed flame,a brush of hands, a half-lost name;they dressed it up as passing chance,but left the room with weighted stance. The air between them bent and... Continue Reading →
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