Your wish is to love me
And mine's to stop.
Cause I've been longing
And it didn't cease one drop.

Build unreal feelings
While I bury my true ones.
And we both look somewhere else
But then we realise:

The night’s majestic,
The stars above shine,
They're pale to the memory
Which flicker much too high.

God, we both exist on Mars,
The war of deaf, the clash of souls.
It's an enticing paradise
Which only the two of us can walk

It's limbo, Dante called it
You run but you don't move.
And again we're chatting
The real meaning is mute.

When I owned the moon,
love songs made me swoon,
and birds rejoiced in magic,
but I dropped the ball,
a fumbl-
            ing

            fall.
Now all they sing is tragic.

Some people glide through life—
clean suits,
straight spines,
their hands untouched by the dirt
we call home.

And then there’s us.
We shuffle, we stumble,
we laugh too hard at bad jokes
and spend too long staring at walls
that don’t answer back.

Our lives are broken bottles
held together with tape—
still sharp, still dangerous,
but ours.

And if we ever make it—
if we ever find a way to rise,
we’ll leave claw marks on the edge
to remind them
we were here.

Here’s the thing
the missing
never leaves
we just learn
that love
is just as real
from afar.

don't compete with others, do fight with yourself.

Storm clouds gathering
Big ants carry baby ants
To safe high ground