Blackened
In shadows deep, where silence reigns, A journey marked by unseen chains.
Through corridors of night we tread, Seeking solace in the dread.
The echoes linger, cold and stark, In every heart, a lasting mark. To depths unknown, we cast our gaze, In twilight's grip, we lose our ways.
Enticed by voids, we break the ties, In newfound space, where darkness lies.
With every step, a story traced, In haste we move, yet time erased.

You would say something about the push and pull of every day. And we would plop down with ideas. Think of this and think of that.
Throwing words like imagine and wouldn't it be amazing out into the open. You would even make plans, with patterns and colours for something to go on your wall, your own wall, whenever you'd have a wall. How many of those open docs do you have on your computer, with half-finished chapters and riveting denouements? I know it's hard to believe the people we once used to be. And sometimes fistfuls of carpet can feel like your only way to grip onto the world. Sometimes it feels easier to tear yourself limb from limb than look for your voice. It feels easier to sink into your bed, asleep or searching for sleep than to walk the miles ahead. Waking up every morning, de-shelling yourself, and stepping outside of who you are and used to be can make your bones ache deeply. There isn't much to say about the push and pull of everyday, except that there is a wall, your wall, and it's blank.

I'm trapped, it feels endless
Drowning in my own thoughts
Is the path I've chosen the right one?
Then why do I see no light ahead?
Have I taken a wrong turn?
Is the destiny I hold onto just an illusion?
Will the dreams I once spoke of with pride—
Fade into mere memories?
I've wandered this far,
God, guide me through my doubts.

i am sitting on the platform
looking at the train

i am sitting in the train
looking at the platform

life is a pinhole camera
i blink and i look
and everything inverts

the son becomes the father
the home becomes the destination
the love becomes the longing

there it was,
the whole world
at your fingertips
and yet you chose
all the roads of broken glass
and abandoned winds
to plant this pain
in places that ache
for new trees
right here in this home
in this silenced soul
in these tired bones
somehow you chose
to walk with me instead
of running ahead

there it was,
all that I know
about love

At the edges of horizon
where sky meets sea-
they lift their golden faces
to the waiting wind
they spin, laugh
and wish upon stars
overcome with longing to 𝒃𝒆.

Lost stars in twilight air
weightless prayers
with nowhere to rest,
sweeping into currents
unseen, unknown,
and settling into worlds
far from here.