When outgrown,
You change the shoes.
When blisters kept appearing no matter how thick the callouses already are,
You change the shoes.
How do you expect yourself to walk the distance with such discomfort?
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 9:56 AM UTC
You never notice how much you have grown until you have seen how small your room has become.
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 8:31 AM UTC
Does it count as object permanence
When you can’t see the details of the mountain
Each rock formation
Each tree
Each leaf
Only its greenness
When you can’t see each line the waves create
Only the horizon that is impossible to miss
When you can’t see the clump of the clouds
Only where light starts and shadows end
Yet you know it’s beautiful
Always have been
And always will be
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 6:20 AM UTC
"The closer the moth is to the flame,
the higher the chance it'll burn."
If you think the light
could hurt the moth,
but the moth thinks otherwise,
who's to say it's not a happy ending?
If the last thing the moth wanted to do
was touch the light,
death
in the form of warmth and comfort
comes upon touching it.
Wouldn't it be a beautiful way to die,
still?
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 6:16 AM UTC
I wanted to hug you
Close enough to hear your heartbeat.
I wanted to sleep to the sound of it.
And so I did.
I hugged you.
I heard it.
It was as beautiful as I expected.
But I am afraid I hugged you too close.
I heard too much
That I was not able to sleep
To the sound of it.
I heard how it did not beat for me.
It kept me up.
Still, I took my time listening.
Then I thought
How I will never be able to afford
Something that beautiful.
I failed to feel it beating my name.
It tore me out
So I just slept to the thought of it.
Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 6:11 PM UTC
Stop telling me I’m strong
When I know how weak I am
Strong people aren’t hunted with thoughts
That keep them awake ‘til sunrise
Only to sleep through tired eyes
From either staring all night at the ceiling and the walls
Or crying.
Strong people don’t cut
Nor punch walls
Nor starve themselves
Just to feel pain
Because strong people wouldn’t have the need to feel pain at all
In order to stay sane.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
If you ever wonder why I write about you
It’s because writing about you never goes wrong.
You remain certain when everything is uncertain.
So if I’m going to write about you
That’s when I know that I’m writing about something right.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
I fight for the people fighting alongside me, who continuously believe in me and share the same love I give.
I fight for the dreams the child in me is yet to achieve; to travel places I am yet to see; to discover things I am yet to learn.
I fight for the battles I have won, giving all those fights the value they deserve.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:04 PM UTC
There's love and anger
Incorporated as one.
In red, they unite.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
The time you felt I started giving less
Was the time I started giving more to myself.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC