There is a quiet kind of strength in no longer needing your life to hurt in order for it to feel meaningful. And maybe adulthood, at its gentlest form, is simply this: Learning that peace is not emptiness. It is safety. It is enoughness. It is finally being able to sit in a quiet room without feeling the need to destroy yourself just to hear something louder.
I used to think pain was the only honest thing I could write about. Heartbreak made everything louder. Songs sounded deeper. Nights felt longer. Even silence had weight to it. There was always something to bleed onto paper—someone to miss, something to regret, some version of myself standing in the ruins of almost. And maybe... Continue Reading →
I remember the way we laughed in kitchens,how the coffee always tasted warmer with you near.Those days sit folded in my memorylike letters I no longer send, but never tear. I’ve swept the corners of my heartwhere your echoes used to stay,not to erase you, never that,but to make room for my own day. We... Continue Reading →
You are everywherethe color yellow decides to stay. Not in grand places—not in the cathedral light of stained glassor the pages of old love letters— but in the small, forgettable cornerswhere the world does not expect memory. Morning begins with you. The sunrise arrives quietlythrough the blinds,spilling that thin yellowacross the floorboards. It spreads the... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Once, I was your song—the melody that carried your namethrough every open window,your voice echoing in the wide, forgiving air.Every note of me alive on your tongue,every word loud enoughto shake the quiet from the world.You sang me without shame,bright and unrestrained,as if love had no shadow. Once, I was your art—you, the painter;I, the... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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