I don’t know how I got here.
I don’t know how to go.
I don’t know if it was enchantment…
or whether I wished it so.
But now I circle endlessly.
Will I break this orbit —
and travel far enough to go…?
Or will your gravity pull me closer,
keep me… just for show.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:34 PM UTC
They say silence is golden.
But it’s a heavy weight to bear.
It glimmers—shines—with too much density there,
compressing against memory, revealing a shine still there.
Gold is desired for wealth,
but memory doesn’t live in it—
just a cold element,
no ache of confusion,
only a stillness filled with despair.
It rests without a moment,
no reason why everyone stares.
Silence is golden—
but not when no one is there.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC
I see you every day,
and I think you see me too.
I wonder where you wander,
I wonder what you do.
Eyes glistening blue,
brightly holding a thought.
Should I have noticed,
or is it just for you?
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
Why do I care?
I know I’m not supposed to.
When you’re here,
when you’re there,
when you’re gone—
but still there.
Why do I care?
Is it so wrong?
So awkward?
Should I stay quiet
even if you returned?
Why do I care?
Should I be ashamed?
Should I apologise?
Or should I just—
not care?
Maybe…
I care, so there 😋
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 2:02 PM UTC
It is time.
The moment has come.
The chiming of the bells.
That time again —
change on the horizon,
when we promise ourselves
we’re going to be different.
We are on the path:
to be healthier,
more confident,
make better choices.
Do the thing.
Destiny awaits.
Starting from…
tomorrow. 😴
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
Something frozen in a water glass—
a brilliant red rose
locked in crystal ice.
Held in time, its beauty and grace
safe only for a moment.
One careless touch,
or a warm embrace,
and it could crumble—
or slowly melt away.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
You call it distance.
I call it silence.
We both pretend it’s fine—
will time smooth the edges
and leave nothing left to say?
Will the cracks weld together
while the silence still remains?
How did a friendship break between us
so quickly after it was made?
I tell myself not to care.
You probably do the same.
Should I try to repair this—
or should I stay away?
I wait for silence to speak first.
A little hope remains.
Maybe it never will.
Maybe I’ll just fade away.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
A feeling ?
A motion ?
A philosophy ?
A myth ?
Is it an illusion or just a word we can't resist?
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC