today i hoped to visit the florist
but i’m breaking into new shoes.
and yes, i promised to walk with you
arm locked in arm
till we’ve picked out the most cheerful looking bouquet
but i can’t, i’m breaking into new shoes.
maybe if i limp
slightly,
shift my weight
just a bit —
or hop
in that way
that makes you laugh
then, we’d be able to do all the things
we’ve always wanted to.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
yes, there’s death
but there’s also the first night
after i let her go.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
steady, steady
the waters billow.
time has come
for me to let down my sails.
drifting away
in search of myself.
where i got lost —
i cannot say.
but the tempest is calmed
and to the waters i must go.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC
at dusk, and for a brief moment
i sat at the edge of the setting sun
a single breath away from unravelling
because the universe had conspired against me
and the goddess, whom i loved
was nowhere to be found.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 5:21 AM UTC
do i have enemies?
yes, the passage of time
the wilting of flowers
the ending of a perfect day.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC