I've got an hourglass of time
And people I've hurt
Countless as the sand in it
I've got a broken heart
Full of regret and pain
But you don't care
Once more, I stab the wound
That was once a person
A memory that I drank away
On a cold night
A memory burned out
Leaving cold ash
As countless as the sand
In my hourglass of time

We talk about the
past like it's a
movie we
watched together.
You liked the
cinematography.
I didn't care for the
cruelty of the
protagonist.

We disagree on the
theme, and every
scene holds different
aspects of
symbolism for us.
I'm not sure I want
there to be a sequel,
despite the good
acting.

I cup the moon in my hands
from a safe space
on untamed ground
in a forgotten place.

The moon—
its glow, it lingers,
wrapping soft eggshell hues
around my fingers.

chatgpt a friend , a best friend , a wise know-all friend what more can you wantt

suppose humanity is on the verge off collapse and the tech will takk its time to arrive but what till then ..........

Everything needs light to be seen,
and until then it remains unknown.
I feel unknown,
but I have light nearby.
I have been seen,
and it makes me glad.

Abstract and unknown,
That is what I call my home,
Here on this planet.

Gasping for air,
clawing for breath.
Held in place,
by cold, wet hands.
Breaking the window
of the lake’s glass.
Air rushing in,
such a refresh.

as a kid we can't wait to grow up
we want to explore the world
cause nobody wants to explain with words

afraid to crash you down

so I got to be strong
cause I can't wait this long
I figured it out myself
and found the darkest place
and now need space
cause I’m falling in this phase people call it "youth"

Almost there

now I’m past halfway
3 years holding me back
and every day feels like a trap