Unseen weight
behind quiet eyes
Slow dancing
as the universe spins
The same steps
again
again
Billions of lives
different rhythms
same universe
Static in the air
waiting
for the station
to change
But the music
stays
Slow dancing
with the universe
on an isolated frequency.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
Disconnected minds
busy
full of questions
never spoken aloud
One side
straight lines
labeled drawers
calendars
color-coded days
Other side
open windows
loose pages
unknown directions
no clock on the wall
Windows open wider
Distance
No middle ground.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
On the train
rows
of stacked adults
faces
lit
by phones
no eye contact
silent
fragile
like books
on shelves.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
Safety.
I sink deeper
into the cushions
as if the fabric
could hold the noise.
I try
to arrange my thoughts
into something quiet.
But it is only
my anxiety
tightening around me.
Inside
a scream
with nowhere to go.
Outside
I sit still
in the middle of the couch
as if it were protection.
Tomorrow
will find me.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
Fulfilling.
Words
I do not understand.
An unknown language.
Yet the strings
vibrate softly
through the air,
rippling outward.
My ears open
for more.
The sound
moves like breath
through my chest.
My heart
full.
One song
holding
many emotions.
Nothing
contained.
The sound
carries me
beyond this moment.
Everywhere.
Present.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 8:18 AM UTC
No.
I am not here.
My body
in the room.
My mind
in another.
The present
calls me back.
For a moment
I return.
Too close.
I step away again…
to the quiet room
that protects
my mind.
Fragile,
but aware.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 6:12 PM UTC
Life
already drawn.
Bars shaped like
career
routine
walls
a path
already drawn
Days stacked
like quiet boxes
A track
laid down
before my first step
What would I be
untamed
no path
no blueprint
my own guide
Wind
choosing its own direction
feet turning
toward any road
Unmapped
I wonder.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
Before language.
Before names.
I existed
unexplained,
uncontained.
Already
myself.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 5:23 PM UTC
Temi
means
mine.
Not a disguise.
Not a version of myself
made easier to hold.
Just
mine.
A name
I meet myself in.
Safe.
Mine.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 5:15 PM UTC
Unmovable.
Grounded.
Fair.
Not bending to rules.
Not twisting my neck
to fit a narrow doorway.
A voice
like a signpost
pointing ahead.
Think this way.
Think that way.
Follow.
My mind is not a leash.
My instincts are a compass
never learned, never read.
I am not a follower.
I am not a prisoner.
I stand
in my own alignment.
I follow no rules
but the quiet authority
inside my own mind.
I let my brain lead.
I do not conform
to cages dressed as guidance,
to control disguised as care.
Yet I am called insane.
I say
I am
Sane.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 9:59 PM UTC