i have seen wildfires,
heard rumors
but nothing
spreads as fast as words on a page
when i write about you
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
covered in compassion
she cares as if love
is her responsibility
not even forced to love but
the beauty of her heart
can't express itself in any other way
dear mother, how
could i not love you
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:12 AM UTC
i looked for my identity
in vanity,
in friends
all fickle,
all fleeting.
///
i arrived into myself
when i realized that
i don't have to convince
my own shadow
that i was someone worth following.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:28 AM UTC
love comes with grief
and that’s my quiet fear.
how do i love you
when losing you already feels possible?
don’t worry about where we might land
your focus should be
on the way your hand fits in mine.
you’re here now.
look me in the eyes and understand
for love to live,
it’s on us
to breathe the same air
without suffocating each other.
you say i overthink love…
but how can i not,
when my heart has convinced my mind
that this
this is meant for you?
maybe loving you
is just one of the reasons
i'm already falling.
but what’s the point of looking ahead?
i trust this feeling
as much as you do.
do we really need to fall
if i’m already caught in your arms?
and maybe these walls we feel
are not traps
maybe love laid them
as a cornerstone.
so what is there to fear?
i’m not saying this
to sweep you off your feet
just saying…
if we’re going to fall anyway,
why be afraid of the ground?
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:25 AM UTC
-i left footprints in places where my heart dared to stop beating
-i had palpitations but i never ceased walking
-i saw everything, felt a deep Light that became a beacon of the Way
-i realized it was never about sight, it was about faith
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:29 PM UTC
life is like a votex of chaos
yet we live anyway
that vortex pulls hard sometimes. cycles spinning, days blurring, but yeah...
we still breathe,
still move,
still be...
ramain present.
maybe not always for a reason we can name,
maybe that’s not the point.
maybe just living anyway is the quiet rebellion.
do (i)you understand ?
is it meaningless?
the wind itself is an enigma so is life
but the One who breathed life into my lungs answers the paradox:
He is the Meaning
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 9:14 AM UTC
the same smile is but a floodgate waiting to open and cough up blood from pieces of this broken heart.
so when you see me better hope there's a smile on my face,
for these tears will be an embarrassment more than a metaphor in this case
and who can explain this emotion if men aren't supposed to cry in the first place.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 8:45 AM UTC
this house feels like a desert.
sometimes i am surrounded
by these four walls.
sometimes
i see a vault of emptiness.
it isn’t darkness.
i am not alone.
for one cannot hide from grace.
sometimes i hear my heartbeat,
but i know
beneath its rhythm
it is only
the echo
of my sincere prayers
and these bluebells remind me
that i am still alive.
you taught us
how to be evergreen mom.
if you knew that
the same bluebells bloom
with every breath you take
you’d realize
the only air
they ever needed
was yours.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
the beauty of it all
it’s like being trapped in a room
with no windows.
the air
that should suffocate anyone…
you find so easy to breathe.
like it was made
just for you to inhale.
the foundation of these walls
is genuine and love is the bedrock.
then dishonesty creates a crevice
now "there's something in the air"...
what once filled your lungs
has become toxic.
you're left with a decision to make,
try to escape this marriage
or keep on breathing until you die for loves sake.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC