if I've scattered like star dust
just to glow in your sky
Maybe- that too
is a kind of becoming.

But now that I’m here,
freedom feels fragile,
and the dreams are quieter
than the fear that found me.

The conversations you hide within yourself—
how beautiful it’d be if they found their way to me.

Her heartbeat synchronizes with my joys
Her breath aligns with my every stride
In my achievements, she find her purpose
for she has woven her universe within me

I speak,
and storms gather.
Their chaos is music—
mine is thunder.

I only wished to belong,
but  I end up
too loud
becoming the reason
for anguish