Dead rose stems,
papercuts from love letters,
and discarded gold

Grayscale summer memories,
the chill of a touch once warm,
and waterlogged eyelashes.

Yelling, screaming, LONGING--
voices with the chalky grit of sandpaper,
spitting leaden insults.


This is the end of love.

When I’m drunk and words don’t make sense

That’s when I will tell you the truth

I don’t know why I feel incomplete all the time

Your love brings me joy but I don’t understand you

Or maybe I just don’t understand myself

I don’t know where to go from here

Will you promise me forever

I might wake you up from your sleep

And I might rob you from your sleep

But I will forever dream about you in my sleep

Sometimes...
I talk to the moon
And tell it all the things that I can't say to him...

It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

Only if you knew
how much I
torture myself
to be with you
“just as a friend.”

In the desert
there are many cacti
Only blooming  when day is done.
Beautiful flower paradise
waiting for the bats to come.
Bats acting like bees do in daylight
You can say they are nighttime bees.
Making sure that deserts cacti
will bloom forever,
creating nighttime’s flower sea.
This world has been made perfectly
for anyone who wants to see!!

Shell✨🐚

Day ends
Night  falls
A dog barks
A baby cries
A mother with  tired feet
A father frustrated
ends didn’t meet.
Still  sitting together
Having a simple meal
Still praying together
Still thanking
For another day.

Shell ✨🐚