She never dreamed
of fleeting moments
in a bubble of threads
of fate—
of reason
for one person
she'll never
meet again—
not ever.
But it is there
a star-studded moment:
reality is gripped
by shackles
of faith
Freedom?
Delusion.
Yet it is here
that she—
gleams with pride
for herself
that she too, a
constellation of self
revered.
And this is where
with eyes closed
a candle is blown
in the wind
for maybe, in a future
her mug is not cold
not empty
and she might
dream again—
with reason.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 1:57 AM UTC
She never dreamed
of fleeting moments
in a bubble of threads
of fate—
of reason
for one person
she'll never
meet again—
not ever.
But it is there
a star-studded moment:
reality is gripped
by shackles
of faith
Freedom?
Delusion.
Yet it is here
that she—
gleams with pride
for herself
that she too, a
constellation of self
revered.
And this is where
with eyes closed
a candle is blown
in the wind
for maybe, in a future
her mug is not cold
not empty
and she might
dream again—
with reason.
