I need to speak
and I need to cry
I don't know what about
But these nights I spend sobbing at the thought of you cant mean nothing
Have I lost a piece of me?
how could I ever lose that
how could it ever forget how to start a proper fire
or how to love and respect the earth and eachother
how to be brave and strong
How to be fearless and strange
I don't know why I cry
I guess I just miss you
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC
A silver and gold watch on the livingroom floor
I want it
Not because of greed
But because it's on the floor
Because I want to ask my mom where she got it
And when
And how
What it means to her
Was it her mother's?
A gift?
A piece of her past I don't want living on the floor
If I can fix it and wear it for her
If I can save all our family photos
And frame people I don't know
I don't know
Maybe it won't disappear
Though it already has
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC
The day has ended
Another day
Another chance
Gone down the drain
Every moment is a possibility
A blessing
A promise
So who am I to do nothing with it
Maybe tomorrow
I say to myself
But it'll just be another day
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
I hide my face in my mask
And close my eyes slightly
Just enough to only have my eyelashes in vision
They remind me of my femininity
I feel iv lost sight of it recently
The cool February breeze blesses my ears and face
The mask won't protect me, but I don't mind
It's not warm, but completely depleted of the harsh numbness it had given my fingers yesterday
It feels comforting, but weirdly hollow
I feel a moment of bliss
Then pull my mask down to the bridge of my nose and finish my test
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 7:40 PM UTC
I smell my mom's hair, trying to memorize her warmth
I shed tears for a moment that hasn't come and feel loss for a person I haven't lost yet
I write down my grandparents' words, learning their wisdom so their knowledge won't die with them
Planning and hurrying for a day that doesn't exist yet
I recite my dad's words, Thinking of how much I'll miss them, How much they mean to me
I day dream of sitting at a grave
I prepare myself for the sadness to come, hoping the tears I shed now will lessen the ones to fall later
But all I can imagine when I sit at that grave, is wondering why I spent that time mourning instead of laughing with them
My Nana told me once, you could have 100 years with someone and you still wouldn't be ready for them to leave
I think I'll cry even harder when that day comes
And my memories of them will be sorrow
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 11:19 AM UTC