i was crying over something
that i could not yet name.
just a fleeting emotion,
so heavy, like a thunderous wave,
yet with the grace of a nymph’s whispers
in a forest in summer,
sunlight laying in fragments, filtering through the leaves.
it was longing for everything that could have been.
everything that i ever was, everything that i had been.
everything at once
i was a canvas being painted in midnight blues, fresh reds, like tiny blossoms gleaming in the moonlit night.
the brush was always so gentle on my skin.
and yet, i felt as though i was being struck each time.
but i wasn’t crying anymore.
just living, accepting and breathing and
living.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
i was crying over something
that i could not yet name.
just a fleeting emotion,
so heavy, like a thunderous wave,
yet with the grace of a nymph’s whispers
in a forest in summer,
sunlight laying in fragments, filtering through the leaves.
it was longing for everything that could have been.
everything that i ever was, everything that i had been.
everything at once
i was a canvas being painted in midnight blues, fresh reds, like tiny blossoms gleaming in the moonlit night.
the brush was always so gentle on my skin.
and yet, i felt as though i was being struck each time.
but i wasn’t crying anymore.
just living, accepting and breathing and
living.
grief is a hard emotion! it’s not something i want to embrace, and yet it remains present in the most random times. sometimes i suddenly feel too sad. i think grief is something hard to navigate, but it can become easier to, with time.
