We do not meet. And yet,
the sun that warms your skin this morning
is the same sun that finds me sitting here,
touching the places where the light
still remembers you.
The rain that soaks your hair,
that runs down your neck, your wrists—
it finds me too.
It fills the hollows of this room,
washes the dust from things I haven't moved,
things I haven't said.
We are both touched by the same water.
We just never stand in it together.
The moon that follows you home at night
is the same moon that sits with me
when sleep won't come.
It has seen you turn in your sleep.
It has seen me not turn at all.
It knows everything
and tells nothing.
And the sky—
the same sky that holds your clouds,
your birds, your quiet—
holds mine too.
Same blue.
Same vastness.
Same silence.
You are not far.
You are everywhere except here.
The light reaches you first.
Then it travels.
Then it arrives at my door,
worn out,
as if it has crossed a country
instead of just a street.
We do not meet.
But the space between us
has learned my breathing.
It knows when I think of you—
because it tightens.
We do not meet.
But the distance between us
has learned my body perfectly—
the way a scar knows
the blade has left.
We are two people
living in the same world,
touched by the same sun,
soaked by the same rain,
watched by the same moon,
held by the same sky.
And still—
still—
we do not meet.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 5:12 PM UTC
My soul is tired.
No matter how many hours I sleep,
it’s like my body refuses to rest.
I’m running on adrenaline.
I’m running on faith.
My mind won’t shut up long enough
to let me breathe.
I’m fighting a battle inside my head,
and at this point
I’m not even sure who will win.
I just want to sleep.
I’m mentally exhausted
to the point where I can’t even cry anymore.
I feel the tears,
but it’s like they refuse to fall.
I just want to rest.
That’s all.
Really and truthfully, that’s all.
But deep down…
it feels like it’s something deeper,
something I don’t want to accept.
No matter what I do,
it feels like it’s not enough.
Like it isn’t worth it at all.
I stopped attending school
so I could rest mentally
and instead I started working.
At one point I felt proud of myself,
but now I’m left wondering
if this is really the path
I want to go down.
Sometimes I think
I should’ve gone back to school,
but I also know
I wouldn’t have survived that long.
At some point
I would’ve given up
if I didn’t rest.
I’m begging
and screaming for rest,
but God,
I just can’t seem to find the help I need.
I’m scared to ask
the people around me.
My thoughts are getting worse
every day.
I feel like I’m in a different world,
and yet somehow
I’m still here.
I just wish I could rest.
I wish I could shut my mind off
for a few hours.
But even then
I don’t know if I would let myself rest.
I just need my soul to rest.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 6:51 AM UTC
People always say that there are brighter days ahead,
But when will those days reach?
I’m tired of drowning in my thoughts,
Clawing my way to the top to breathe,
And I still feel like I’m stuck.
It’s like the longer I keep telling myself this,
The days don’t seem to pass.
I’m lost, trapped, and confused,
The need for escape, nothing but a dream.
I’m turning and searching for help,
But I can’t seem to find anyone who can.
I don’t know what else to do,
I pray, I beg God to rescue me,
But I feel like my prayers are on hold.
But like always, brighter days are ahead,
I just want to know exactly when they will come.
But I guess I could wait until they come,
I’ve been holding on this long,
A few more won’t hurt me, I guess.
I’m just tired of pretending like I’m okay.
So brighter days, please hurry,
I’m waiting on you.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 8:06 PM UTC
My darling, you are the light that brightens the room whenever you walk in
Your soul captivates everyone who surrounds you
Your beauty is something so precious that it shouldn’t be shared with everyone, but only with those you choose to share it with
Your heart is what I long to own, what I wish to be a part of, but I don’t think that I am
I wish I were worthy of calling you my own, but unfortunately I am not
But you, my dear… You deserve all of the love and happiness that comes your way, and I can only hope that I may still be in your life, if only as a friend to see it
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 7:58 PM UTC