I sit on the balcony,
longing coursing through my body.
Music playing on repeat.
I feel every beat,
every note,
as if each were a pulse of my own heart.
I feel it.
And yet, even in longing,
I fall deeper in love.
I feel things I have not earned,
have not reached, have not caught
but somehow my heart burns
and feels
as if it’s already mine.
And I fall
more in love with being human.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
I sit on the balcony,
longing coursing through my body.
Music playing on repeat.
I feel every beat,
every note,
as if each were a pulse of my own heart.
I feel it.
And yet, even in longing,
I fall deeper in love.
I feel things I have not earned,
have not reached, have not caught
but somehow my heart burns
and feels
as if it’s already mine.
And I fall
more in love with being human.