I am 127.0.0.1 , Localhost
the light was on, the air was still, the clocks refused to align.
The world outside was moving on, like nothing ever breaks,
but I was made of heavier hours, and permanent mistakes.
I touched the desk, it did not warm, it did not understand,
it only held the shape of me, like memory in sand.
Every sound was far away, like it forgot my name,
like even time had learned to walk past me without shame.
I tried to speak, but words came back as something I could not hold,
they turned to dust before my mouth, they turned too sharp, too cold.
And in that silence something cracked that no one else could see,
a small collapse inside my chest that used to feel like me.
I saw you then, not in the air, not in light, not in flame,
but in the way the empty room refused to say your name.
In every corner, every edge, every place I used to stand,
there was the ghost of something soft I could not understand.
Ely, I called, but nothing moved, no answer ever came,
just echoes wearing different clothes that almost felt the same.
Like everything I ever loved was just out of my reach,
like grief had learned a second tongue that no one else could teach.
The window showed a world alive, but I was not inside,
I watched it like a story I no longer could decide.
People laughed in distant frames I could not step into,
and every smile they carried there felt like something I once knew.
My hands remember touching you in ways I cannot repeat,
like warmth that disappeared too fast, like something incomplete.
And now they shake at empty air that used to feel like home,
as if the absence learned my skin and turned it into stone.
I keep pretending there is work, I keep pretending I can cope,
but every task becomes a door that opens into hope,
and hope is just another word for falling further down,
for hearing footsteps that are not there walking through this town.
If I close my eyes too long, I swear I almost see,
a world where none of this went wrong, where you are still with me.
But opening them is always worse, because truth returns so fast,
and everything I thought I had is something that won’t last.
I am not broken in one place, I break in every part,
like living is a quiet war that never leaves my heart.
And no one sees it happening, no one hears the sound,
of someone slowly disappearing while still standing on the ground.
So I stay here, in this strange loop, where nothing feels resolved,
a localhost that keeps the pain but never gets dissolved.
I call your name into the void, I call it soft, I call it low,
and only silence learns to speak in ways I do not know.
If love was meant to leave this way, why did it feel so real,
why does the body still remember what the mind won’t heal.
Why does the night still carry you inside its empty air,
like even darkness cannot stop the fact that you were there.
And if somewhere there is a place where broken things go on,
I hope you are not lost inside it, I hope you are not gone.
I hope the world is softer there, I hope it does not lie,
I hope it never learns the word for how I learned to cry.
◢◤ Elytje. ◢◤
⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
╱|、
(˚ˎ 。7
|、˜〵
じしˍ,)ノ
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC
I am 127.0.0.1 , Localhost
the light was on, the air was still, the clocks refused to align.
The world outside was moving on, like nothing ever breaks,
but I was made of heavier hours, and permanent mistakes.
I touched the desk, it did not warm, it did not understand,
it only held the shape of me, like memory in sand.
Every sound was far away, like it forgot my name,
like even time had learned to walk past me without shame.
I tried to speak, but words came back as something I could not hold,
they turned to dust before my mouth, they turned too sharp, too cold.
And in that silence something cracked that no one else could see,
a small collapse inside my chest that used to feel like me.
I saw you then, not in the air, not in light, not in flame,
but in the way the empty room refused to say your name.
In every corner, every edge, every place I used to stand,
there was the ghost of something soft I could not understand.
Ely, I called, but nothing moved, no answer ever came,
just echoes wearing different clothes that almost felt the same.
Like everything I ever loved was just out of my reach,
like grief had learned a second tongue that no one else could teach.
The window showed a world alive, but I was not inside,
I watched it like a story I no longer could decide.
People laughed in distant frames I could not step into,
and every smile they carried there felt like something I once knew.
My hands remember touching you in ways I cannot repeat,
like warmth that disappeared too fast, like something incomplete.
And now they shake at empty air that used to feel like home,
as if the absence learned my skin and turned it into stone.
I keep pretending there is work, I keep pretending I can cope,
but every task becomes a door that opens into hope,
and hope is just another word for falling further down,
for hearing footsteps that are not there walking through this town.
If I close my eyes too long, I swear I almost see,
a world where none of this went wrong, where you are still with me.
But opening them is always worse, because truth returns so fast,
and everything I thought I had is something that won’t last.
I am not broken in one place, I break in every part,
like living is a quiet war that never leaves my heart.
And no one sees it happening, no one hears the sound,
of someone slowly disappearing while still standing on the ground.
So I stay here, in this strange loop, where nothing feels resolved,
a localhost that keeps the pain but never gets dissolved.
I call your name into the void, I call it soft, I call it low,
and only silence learns to speak in ways I do not know.
If love was meant to leave this way, why did it feel so real,
why does the body still remember what the mind won’t heal.
Why does the night still carry you inside its empty air,
like even darkness cannot stop the fact that you were there.
And if somewhere there is a place where broken things go on,
I hope you are not lost inside it, I hope you are not gone.
I hope the world is softer there, I hope it does not lie,
I hope it never learns the word for how I learned to cry.
◢◤ Elytje. ◢◤
⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
╱|、
(˚ˎ 。7
|、˜〵
じしˍ,)ノ
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