and so I search again it is still there fading unnoticed into the otherwise glowing abyss this incredibly beautiful incredibly lonely universe this dying star from eons past a silent twinkle of light if we happen to be looking but the cries go unheard
The slit between the roof and the abandoned house gets me—the moon drowns in his own mystical clouds, wavering and so full of light.
I squint my eyes as the moon hides his presence from me. Almost knowing I had captured it with my own eyes and the grey clouds scattered like waves, consuming my breath and taking it away.
He knows it still haunts me from time to time and he gave his best to give me an embrace—even when my very own existence is running cold and dry and my breath thickens with the mist of unwavering thoughts coming from the night and the stars twinkle at the sight of people looking at them—like a mirrorball entertaining strangers from the club and they shine in their spot. Even when I close my eyes, the moon peaks in its stillness. All the poets used him as their muse, radiating this mellow one could think of when the sun sleeps in her slumber. The poets had perfectly described him in thousands of words and painted him over the mural where I can see him directly and the strangeness of him calms the raging waters in me.
Even when peace is quite chaotic and chaos is peaceful, a trap between the slit on the roof and the abandoned house, squinting my eyes as the moon hides his presence from me. And she haunts me as the sun begins to show herself in ways I am blinded by her light.
In some ways, she shines even when it is night. In a way, she looks over the moon when he wakes up from his slumber. In a way, the stars and clouds enveloped her with the warmness of their breath. In some ways, I couldn’t look at her for too long. In some ways, I am silenced by her beauty.
Wrote this around October and as I’m scrolling through my notes, I found this. Glad I still have this poem.
the silence hangs in the air suspended, it doesn't drift, it just floats, waiting for someone to make a move, waiting for something to improve, but instead, all that's left, are careless words, and broken souls.
just came home and wanted to eat calmly but I guess that doesn't happen in my family lol
I choose to love you in silence… For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness… For in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance… For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind… For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end.