When I call my heart… it does not answer me.
I ask it: Where are you? and it replies from a distance:
“I no longer belong to you.”
I ask it: Where are you going?
It says: “To where love calls me… to the one who lives inside my thoughts.”
I whisper: Am I not your home?
It falls silent… then answers softly:
“You were my home… but I am moving toward the one who became my cure, my calm, my peace… the one who held me as if I had been waiting for him from the very beginning.”
I tremble and ask: And what about me?
It answers as if fading away:
“I will wander through worlds searching for him…
I will follow the breath of my beloved wherever it leads.”
I ask one last time: Will you ever return?
And it replies, as if enchanted:
“I am now drowning in a sea where there is no place for you… only him
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 6:37 AM UTC
I almost texted you tonight,
but I stopped…
not because I had nothing to say,
but because I had too much.
I wanted to tell you
that the night feels heavier without your voice,
and that silence…
isn’t always peaceful for me.
I wanted to ask
if you made it home safe,
if you remembered me for a second
between all the things that keep you busy.
But I didn’t send it.
Because I’m learning
how to hold my feelings
without letting them spill everywhere.
Still…
if you ever feel a quiet moment
that doesn’t make sense
maybe it’s me,
missing you
in a message
I’ll never send.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 10:28 AM UTC
I never truly walked away from writing…
yet somehow, I drifted away from myself.
I try to resist, I try to stay whole,
but endless invisible threads
pull me back against everything I am.
And just when I believe I’ve finally escaped,
I return… bound once again
by stubborn verses of poetry,
that refuse my need to flee,
that bend me gently between their lines,
and lock me softly within their letters.
As if every time I lose my way within me,
writing quietly leads me…
back to who I am.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC