#belongingandidentity
"In the rubble of the world,
wisdom waits—
not in noise,
but in the hush between pages."
"They sit
where the city cracked,
writing futures in the margins
of a torn-up past."
"Two stars
fallen to earth,
learning about each other
by the light
of a red moon."
"Boots on broken stone,
hearts stitched in denim—
we read to remember
what the silence forgot."
"Rain slips through the scaffold gaps,
drumming stories on their shoulders.
They Walk on, sharing warmth
in a world that swears it has none."
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 5:35 AM UTC
"Under neon hum,
they trade secrets like currency—
small truths,
worth more than any coin
they’ve ever held."
"Night buses roar past,
but they stay rooted,
two silhouettes on borrowed ground,
mapping tomorrow
with nothing but hope and a pen."
"Morning finds them laughing,
sharing crumbs and sunlight—
two hearts warming
like hands around
a stolen cup of tea."
"They trade glances
as if they’re secrets,
soft things
they’re still learning
how to hold without breaking."
"On a rooftop edge,
the city humming below,
they lean closer—
not to escape the world,
but to imagine one together."
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC