"what will they think?"- the
thought i had the most in my
entire existence.

Can I
Live
In your
Moment?
I want to
Learn

Yellow walls
chipped near the baseboard—
the clock ticks without hands
the refrigerator clanks—
persistent, uneven.

Sink full—
leftovers drip
in the steel throat.

The stove glows—
orange coil beneath
a pan spitting grease.

Mosquitos flicker
in the ceiling light—
shadows dancing
across cupboard doors.

Smoke rises—
follows the curve
of a bare arm
reaching past it.

Condensation pools
between floor tiles—
A spoon rattles then stills.

Windows sealed
glass fogged with soot
as shapes form and drift.

Frames of regret linger along the crevices
She marked the ones that she couldn't forget
Memories of the past linger, stagnant
Like dust on dreams that haven’t moved in years

She walks through rooms heavy with silence
Fingers brushing against moments that never healed
Time did not mend, only softened the edges
Making the sorrow quieter, but no less deep

Still, she holds them
The almosts, the goodbyes, the unfinished words
As if letting go would mean forgetting
And forgetting would mean it never mattered.


Erennwrites

The world begins in whispers,
a hush of dew across the blades,
soft-footed clouds curling above
a sky too shy to burn.

Dandelions hold their breath,
drifting wishes in golden pause,
while robins hum lullabies
to the waking hush of trees.

In this untouched hour,
the wind plays only gentle games,
skipping stones across the lake,
never daring to ripple the still.

There is no urgency here,
only the quiet kindness of time,
the sleepy smiles of sunbeams,
and the innocence of the world
before it remembers to rush.