Jealousy creeps in, a shadowy guest,
Turning calm hearts into a contest.
I wish I knew what I did
That left them so unimpressed
Evny is not something I want to feel
But sometimes it feels that envy will
help me heal, heal from reality, heal from the truth
But envy’s comfort is sharp and brief,
It masks my wounds but deepens grief.
I chase illusions, hoping to find
A peace that envy leaves behind.
Though jealous thoughts may cloud my view,
I long to see the world renewed
To let go of longing, to simply be,
And find a gentler peace in me.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 12:06 PM UTC
Summer is not a season
summer is a way
Summer is the one time of year that we really have a reason
Summer is not a season
the smell of the salty air
sand on feet
salt and sand in hair
the natural waves that the beach forms
The one time of year, nothing matters
Sleep doesn't matter
As we stay up all night, never at our own house
The one time of year that actually matters
the smell of sea salt in the air
the one time of year nobody cares what you wear
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:56 AM UTC