I am losing balance again.
Strange, how seeing you
is the only thing that forever reincarnates.
There’s that kick in my step—
the Landmine of a suspicion
that it was always you.
Perhaps this is just a circle
we were intertwined to draw.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 7:54 PM UTC
Here, this small little bubble I exist in.
Safe.
Longing for familiarity.
Hurt is home and I lust to be broken.
Someone once told me about a fig tree.
I long for one that reaches and chooses my branch.
With this crippled mind—
Still, I am yet to be chosen.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 9:42 PM UTC
How the smell of your skin buzzed in my head, like freezer on its last breath.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 5:56 AM UTC