I look into the mirror,
a reflection without shine.
I look deeper, seeing my own reflection through my eyes.
But something is missing, something isn’t there.
I feel it, missing in my heart, in my mind.
But what is this yearning?
Can it be love? Or something else?
I’m afraid that no love I can have,
no words come from my mouth to express it.
Even if my soul punched my throat,
no word will come out to speak of it.

I walk with the glow of a stella, unmoved by time’s passing hand. The years fly, yet the days crawl— like the last drop clinging to the highest cloud, waiting to fall. I wish my tears could be time itself, so maybe I’d live a little longer. Maybe I’d stream to empty myself, like a bucket of tears thrown to the ground— brief, swift, a life undone.

As I sit, breathing in the silence, soft light sneaks through the windows. Feels like peace, just for a second— Until that smile.

Not mine, but there, right in the mirror, lingering for too long, almost unnatural, curving in a way my lips never could done. My chest tightens—I laugh, nervously. It's nothing, I tell myself. Just my imagination, right?

But as I turn away, something pulls at the back of my mind, whispering—or maybe just a silence too loud, like waiting for a scream that never comes.

I glance back— And my reflection, staring hard. It blinks when I don't. Cold hands, shaky breath, I reach for the glass—it doesn't feel right, doesn't feel like glass.

"Is that me?" I whisper, leaning closer— And then, just like that, I wake up.

Was it a dream? Feels real, though. I sit again, breathing in the silence, light sneaking softly through my windows. Feels like peace.

Are we not like leaves?
We grow, we watch, we change,
Aging beside those we cherish,
Until, at last, we fall—
And new ones take our place.

Our bonds were strong, yet different in their ways,
Each path you walked, I followed, lost in haze,
Like a fool who loves what can’t be held or won,
Chasing what was never meant to come.

On a rainy day, I knew what would unfold—
Rejection, cold, a truth I couldn't hold,
Yet in that sorrow, the tears found their grace,
Joining the rain, as it fell on my face.

Vox silens, I whisper in the mist, it was just
A silent voice, a truth that can’t be kissed.
Like the hills of old, with tales untold,
My heart lies buried in the damp, the cold.