Content.
Alive/Survive.
Loved?
Maybe just lucky.
Maybe just another year
to fold into memory,
a story I’ll tell
with a half-smile
and a lingering question
of what it all meant.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
Sweaters,
Are they made to make us sweat?
Or to look cool on a sunny day?
Maybe just a lazy fit for a lazy mood.
Maybe for comfort. That soft, cosy shield against the cold.
Or maybe.. just maybe..
they’re a quiet symbol of admiration
for someone on the 3rd of December.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 9:22 PM UTC
Stand still.
Breathe. Let the world pass gently by.
Coffee will eventually get cold,
but that doesn’t mean it loses its bitter.
Sometimes it’s better not to jump between past and future,
not to rewrite the timeline,
just be here,
in this quiet,
present moment.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
Someone once told me
we’re all time travelers.
Not with machines,
but with our minds.
When we think about the future,
we travel forward
we see what could happen,
and by making choices in the present,
we change that timeline.
When we remember the past,
we travel back
reliving what once was,
learning, feeling,
sometimes wishing.
It’s strange and beautiful,
how our mind bends time
with just a thought.
Even in this present,
as I delay my work,
I know I’m already
altering the future. XD
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC
We found comfort
in each other’s presence,
somewhere between together
and can’t be.
And every time I held her hand,
the world felt still enough
to make me wish
time could freeze right there.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 12:00 AM UTC
Ripple effect,
just a simple little stone
thrown at the lake,
it ripples across the surface.
And thats how we humans are:
with just a little thing,
our mood tilts,
our calm disturbed.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC
Julian’s voice hums through the static,
"Can’t you see I’m trying?"
and yeah, I am.
Trying to stay awake
inside the rhythm of repetition.
Every day feels rehearsed,
coffee, clock, conversation.
I tell myself it’s fine,
that everyone lives like this.
That maybe The Strokes were right!
no one really knows what they’re doing,
we just pretend it’s something.
"I don’t even like it",
but it fills the hours,
and maybe that’s enough.
So I keep going,
half-tuned, half-tired,
waiting for something to change
or for the song to end.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC
Cycle
Woke up.
Work.
Gym.
Sleep.
A loop I built for safety,
now it’s my cage.
Too scared to change,
too tired to stay the same.
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She Who Broke the Cycle
She came like a needle.
sharp, sudden,
breaking the loop like nobody’s business.
Cycle, curse,
whatever you call it,
she tore it open,
and I finally bled change.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 4:13 AM UTC
I’m usually the one who talks a lot,
always got questions,
always curious about something.
But when she talks,
I just listen.
Like the world slows down a bit.
Her eyes light up,
her hands move with the story,
and her words,
they move like sunlight through dust,
quiet but impossible not to notice.
She doesn’t even realize it,
but the way she speaks
makes silence feel easy.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
I laugh in rooms where silence grows,
A cracked facade that no one knows.
My ribs are cages, rusted tight,
Still I shine in borrowed light.
A travesty in moving skin,
But look how wide I draw the grin.
Don’t ask me why the echoes sting,
It hurts to smile at everything.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 9:01 PM UTC