It was a day like any day, walking nowhere in particular, when he turned to her and told her, "One day, we'll miss this moment."

With that simple sentence, a murky pang of sadness settled deep inside her. He wasn't a poet, but maybe he should have been.

Would we yearn for the most simple day, one day? The most mundane sunset, the walk to nowhere...

Knowing that time cannot be held onto—that each day together also brought them farther apart, that they would never be as close as they were in this moment.

It reminded her of a scribbled journal entry from long ago; how the happiest memories always became the saddest ones.

She held his hand tighter in resignation.

They continued on.

pain turned into insight
scorn into soft pity, yet
curious how fever dreams
of desire remain the same
after so long, still pulling
from the same well

I ponder about choice
the weight of it on man

for a wolf does not choose
to slake its thirst unjustly
and an overbearing oak
does not refuse the sun

yet man drinks lest he refuses
demands and reasons
towards the imminent dark
or what’s left of the light

I feel older lately
composed of more failures
and fractures than successes
all the mistakes dotted
together like constellations

we become acutely aware
of our own existence
when it’s too late to go back
and there’s nothing left
but what’s ahead

all to say that time
is our one and only
common denominator
a heavy lesson to learn
willingly or otherwise

she often finds herself awake in the middle of the night. solace with indigo skies. how the universe breathes the same breath as her. contracting and expanding until the hues of dark fade.

there's nothing to say
except that it's just sad
when love turns into
brittle resentment

no one grows up
thinking they would
experience the worst
and then they do

sometimes she wondered if her insatiability would ever relent, if it would ever unburden itself from her mind. she thought about how she worked so hard to simplify her life, just to crave the missing complexities during soft lulls. if not careful, she would find herself running straight into a storm with no reasoning except to feel both fear and fearlessness.