In the river of things that never rests,
there's always something.
Another pebble in the shoe,
another dissatisfaction,
guilt in a rendered voice.
Not loud enough to be called a storm,
not small enough to be dismissed as despair.
My eyes survived the curse of the mind
the luminous enchanter, a relentless golden forge.
An awareness of distance,
an invisible wall, constantly felt.
A cry within,
desperate as an echo of warmth,
sometimes it's sour,
a taste that refuses to become part of me.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
I love the moon, though I don't know why. sometimes it's far,
sometimes it's near
as if I could catch it from the roof top.
it's gaze, so calm and peaceful,
the more I stare, the more beautiful it becomes
like a motherly love for her child.
I love the moon, though I don't know why, Each day I'm amazed by its appearance.
I watch it shift,
change shapes, and sometimes colors.
it's like the relieved feeling you get when finally lay to rest after a long, stressful day.
i love the moon, though I can't say exactly why.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 9:01 PM UTC