I do not chase stars like I once did,
But some nights, I still look up.
Not for answers—just for quiet company.
That used to be enough. Maybe it is again.
I no longer dream in declarations.
No promises carved into stone.
Just laughter that lingers longer than expected,
And silences that don’t feel like absence.
Love is no longer a rescue mission,
Or a war I have to survive.
It is a rhythm, a breath I return to
Without holding it hostage.
There was a time I closed every door
To keep the ache from finding me.
Now, I leave one slightly ajar—
Just enough for light. Just enough for maybe.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
I do not chase stars like I once did,
But some nights, I still look up.
Not for answers—just for quiet company.
That used to be enough. Maybe it is again.
I no longer dream in declarations.
No promises carved into stone.
Just laughter that lingers longer than expected,
And silences that don’t feel like absence.
Love is no longer a rescue mission,
Or a war I have to survive.
It is a rhythm, a breath I return to
Without holding it hostage.
There was a time I closed every door
To keep the ache from finding me.
Now, I leave one slightly ajar—
Just enough for light. Just enough for maybe.
This is a follow-up to "Entropy" showing how I have evolved since writing it.
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