this is a story
that I heard
a while ago
but it is not
about dragons,
poisoned apples,
or even a strange creature.
It's about a little star
that fell from the ceiling
one night
in the Land of Nowhere.
Some called it
"the Child of the Moon,"
who grew
between
stories, dreams,
and free will.
But in the Land of Nowhere,
those things were forbidden,
because some of us love control,
fear,
and losing hope.
But no one was brave enough
to say something.
Yeah,
too much like nowadays.
Should I go back to the story?
Because this emptiness
feels strange.
And the Child of the Moon
had a name,
but most of them
called them Hero,
a special name,
if you ask me.
And as I said,
Hero had dreams
and loved stories,
and they wanted
to share stories
with the rest of the world.
And this became a purpose:
to tell tales.
At first, people were scared of
what those things were,
but slowly,
they became curious.
And the stories
scattered across the whole land
until they arrived
at the kingdom.
But stories are dangerous things.
The kingdom knew that
better than anyone.
A story can make
a child ask questions,
dream of something more,
remind a soul
that it is not alone.
The King did not like wondering.
Neither did the council.
And when whispers reached
the people,
they listened.
Not with curiosity.
With fear.
And they began to fear
what stories could do:
make you think,
question,
hope.
Hero knew none of this,
continuing to travel
from village to village,
collecting dreams,
sharing legends,
teaching people
how to imagine.
Until one day,
a letter arrived
with a royal carriage.
And for the first time,
Hero wondered
if stories
could be hunted.
It ended faster
than a blink,
sent back
to where
the Child of the Moon
belonged.
But every story
they had told
left a fingerprint
on every soul
that heard it.
Or perhaps
more than one.
Lighting new paths
and giving them names.
But I'll never know.
Because I am
a story too.
And I don't know
if I'll ever
have a name
20h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC
How do I say this without
getting too political
or too cruel for politicians’ ears
our system *****
and not just because of economy
that is another discussion
for when you grow up
because now you are like children
but I guess even a kid
understands better than you
when I talk about human rights
and the fact that everyone
should be equal
but surprise
we are not
and I am not talking about you
I am talking about women
that can’t make their own choices
for their body and life
just because a man is considered
stronger, smarter, and better
I hope you’re kidding
oh wait
I forgot that your memory is fragile
let me remind you about
Marie Curie
Anne Frank
Emily Dickinson
Joan of Arc
Lilith
and all excellent women from all over the world
I’m talking about queer people
that are scared to come out
because of dogma and indoctrinated culture
because some of us believe
that being queer is a disease
I won’t comment
because I’ll get too political
and I’ll hurt some fragile egos
how beautiful
is it to be scared of a big fat man
what irony
I got political, didn’t I?
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
it started with a kiss
why did we end up like this?
maybe there was
some time in October
when something
did not pass me by,
with a song behind it
named
"Just pretend "
until then, I was doing just fine
until I wasn't fine anymore
because I thought your eyes held stars
and I started to believe it
and ironically,
I was happy
because it was only a kiss
that happened when the world wasn't ready,
and neither was I
but still,
we had more than one
in places
where we did not need light to see
but you know,
a lot of things
can't live forever
because I don't believe in paradise,
and you said you could
believe for both of us
all I had to do
was stay
but I couldn't, so
I ran away
like a hypocrite
but I know you won’t let me go
not because I’ll see you again
but because every time I close my eyes
you are still there
asking me to hold you closer
but all of this
started with a kiss
maybe I'll know someday
why I ended up like this.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 3:53 AM UTC
choke me
like we are the
last humans in the world
while you kiss me
harder and harder,
until
I suffocate
because slowly my
head is going dark
like my heart
that's beating for you
choke me
because destiny is calling me
but I am scared of it
scared of missing out
what we could create
because what if
our love would make
the world fall behind
choke me
because you are my scar
but I don't wanna believe in you
because slowly you came
closer to my heart
and somehow you filled
the hollow in my chest
until I forgot
what emptiness tasted like
just for a while
choke me
like you want to survive
and keep the world for you
and maybe you will have it
just for a while
because nothing lives
forever
because death
will suffocate you too
choke me
because I know my end
and I can't see the
bright side anymore
and I don't know how
to believe again
so
choke me
until your last breath.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 2:27 AM UTC
What did they raise?
A liar, an introvert,
someone lost in trust and daddy issues,
someone who’s stopped smiling,
just a smart, scared creature
trying to fix itself.
And I still try.
Maybe that’s not what they wanted,
but it’s what I became because of them.
Because of screaming, impossible expectations,
and never being enough or being too much.
Or maybe just a daydreamer
who wanted something different.
Am I wrong
to dream?
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:47 AM UTC
Out of this world,
purpose is left behind
in the ruins of broken dreams,
not waiting for permission
to appear in your life. Never understanding what hope can do
Even silence carries the weight of forgotten names
Shadows linger where hope used to stand
Something inside, refuses to fully disappear
And yet the fracture keeps shaping what remains
You are what survives the breaking, not what caused it And still, you move through the wreckage as it owes you answers
like meaning is something that should survive impact intact
but meaning doesn’t survive, it change
turning grief into habit
and habit into the shape of your voice when no one is listening
there are days you forget the difference
between healing and just learning how to carry weight quietly
you call it growth
because that word sounds less harmless than what it actually is
a slow rearrangement of everything you thought would stay
even memory starts editing itself
removing faces, softening edges
as if forgetting is mercy and not another kind of loss
and somewhere in that shaped silence
you stop asking what you were before
because the only honest answer left
is that you are still here and you are alive.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:51 AM UTC
I didn’t think that
you would leave that early.
I thought that you would
see me becoming
a person,
but no,
you left
when I didn’t expect it.
And to be honest,
I thought
you would live forever,
but I was wrong,
extremely wrong,
because I thought we
still had time.
But time isn’t fair,
because I wanted to
say so many things,
but now it is too late
to bring back that smile
on my face.
Because you showed me
kindness, love, and life
in your own ways.
You had known that
life isn’t easy.
You had one of the hardest lives,
and still,
you were there.
I wish I could save you
and make your heart beat again,
but I know you would continue to suffer.
But I want you back,
or just to know that you are okay.
I want you back
more than you think,
more than my selfishness
can be.
But I don’t deserve to have you,
and you are not coming back
to me.
And all of this feels like an endless
cycle of thoughts,
because I am scared
of not being able
to save everyone.
Because you had so much to see,
but you are not coming back.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 1:05 PM UTC
I found out lately
that life isn’t fair,
not because I didn’t know it,
just because, you know,
I was practicing on my own
without expecting it.
And everything
is falling apart in front of
your eyes,
slowly,
like it is blowing in the wind.
And then I realized
that I’ve lost my glorious purpose.
But what is the point of living, after all?
To be honest,
I lost it
a long time ago,
but something is keeping me here.
I don’t know what it is,
but I love it,
and maybe I am glad of it.
By taking a pen
just to survive
and to realize that
you have feelings
bleeding on the paper
more than they should,
then
is that why I live?
To keep searching for a muse
where there is only life and light.
Maybe that’s why I am a dreamer,
hoping for more,
because I want more from myself,
to learn again how to live
in a world full of destinies and hopes
for the ones who want to believe.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 4:19 AM UTC
human rights
what a rude thing
to say
you are safe
until someone else’s opinion
decides your existence is negotiable
and you don't matter
human rights
something that
can't be spoken
by those who think
they are right
on paper
that everyone supports,
but no one defends
human rights
but we don't talk about people
who matter
just statistics
nothing more
maybe in the corner
just a little woman
with a child
before she ever chose a life
because no one can help her
before or after
and then the kid
gets a label
before a name
before a chance
but why?
for a glorious purpose?
and we call it normal
because it happens often
and what happens often
stops shocking us
human rights
are great things
felt quietly
ignored efficiently
for lives that could have had wings
human rights
what a rude thing to say
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 1:37 PM UTC
to be fair
I will never find the right words
to describe this feeling
like when a little kid
is asking you,
"are you an angel?"
and you obviously
say no,
because you know
you are nothing more
than a monster
and then the kid says,
"Of course you are. Mum said
that angels harm themselves
because they don't like life
on Earth.
This world is destroying them,
so they are trying to return
to paradise again.
they are too sensitive
to the pain of others
and their own."
I've wanted to say
that I don't believe in paradise,
and that the world is making
scars on your body
because the world is mean,
and this makes you
end up being mean to yourself.
but at the same time, the world
can be there for you
without you expecting it,
in the most beautiful way
so I just told him
that his mum is very wise
and I got,
"thank you.
she's also an angel,
but she already returned home.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC