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 →
I am not waiting for love. I am learning how to stop mistakinga lighthouse for a harbor. For years, I chased constellationswith a compass that spunwhenever lonelinesspretended to be north. I called every familiar ache destiny.Every storm, a sign that I was sailingtoward someone. But the sea does not rewardthose who confuse survivalwith arrival. So... 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 left, and for a whilemy sky forgot how to arrange its stars—not shattered, not ending,just unlearning your orbit. There was a night that lingered too long,where even constellations felt like memory,and I, small beneath them,mistook darkness for permanence. But even night obeys a deeper law—Eos still rises, no matter how longNyx holds the horizon... 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 →
You left the way autumn leaves the trees—not in anger, not in haste,but in a quiet surrenderto the gravity of your own season. I watched you drift from my sky,a star deciding at lastto follow its own orbit,beyond the pull of my small constellation. I wanted to ask the heavensto tilt the night a little... 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 →
i am a traveller, and you are my map.i lay you on the table as my eyes gazeupon the wondrous beauty of your body—every curve, every mark, every spot.the places i have been to i mark with an Xusing my lips and my tongue.my fingers trace the outline of the placesi am yet to enter... 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 →
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