Two forests, both quite the same in mystic,
In a strange world far from our human mind,
Two creatures wander—animalistic,
Sentenced to love nothing but the same kind.
Birth separates them for now and ever,
Yet a creatures love steps out of its line,
And the other’s heart will not love ever,
One stopped and stayed, pretending to be fine.
Though what if loving’s so vulnerable,
One thought of itself: “I won’t ever do”,
What if it discovered it’s lovable?
Oh—what if the other just had a clue?
Once creatures stopped and stayed, thinking love was gone,
Once minds stopped thinking thoughts, of keeping wandering on.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC
Sometimes, I look up at the sky,
Watching Moon and stars fly by,
Accepting every single lie,
Like a gentle lullaby.
And sometimes—Oh! I wonder dearly,
Why repeat the mistakes yearly?
Will I forever not think clearly?
The doubts that gnaw at me—so eerily.
Sometimes I sit and think so strong
Of where my hopes have long been gone
And who might sit like me—so long
And wonder where their dreams have gone
And sometimes…sometimes a glimpse is seen,
Like blue eyes with a hint of green.
A glimpse, a glimmer that might just seem,
Like a long forgotten star-gazing scene
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC