#cinematicpoetry
Hands on the steering.
Brain reminding.
Those vivid flashbacks
Of you cheering me
From the crowd
Where I'm singing
Those astonishing moments.
Hands on the steering,
Brain reminding
Of that smile you used to have, watching me happy,
That gaze you used to give, catching me looking at you,
Those eye rolls you gave me while I was flirting with you.
Hands on the steering,
Brain reminding
The story of you and me,
A spark that won’t be denied,
Beneath the vivid sky,
Where time itself drifts by,
With you and me
In a glimpse of a timeline.
Head on the steering,
Blood pumping,
Brain replaying one last memory:
Me and you under the cherry tree,
Sitting on the bench,
Two kids running, a puppy chasing,
Laughter in the air.
I know something isn't right,
But
I follow it anyway.
Let it fill me,
A life we never had,
And yet, for a second,
It feels mine.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:01 PM UTC
Before it all… before anything, before the measure of time,
before thought had its first spark, before the first word
was ever spoken— there was __Silence__.
And in that silence, there was peace— a stillness vast
enough to cradle eternity, _untouched, unbroken_,
where nothing was needed, and nothing was lost.
But silence does not last forever. From its depths came
a fracture, a tremor in the void, and with it—__Chaos__.
The silence cried, and its tears fell like stars, scattering
across the endless dark. Their echoes stretched beyond
forever, reminding us that every peace carries its price,
and every beginning is born from breaking.
For even before creation, before the heavens, before
the earth, there was silence. And when all else is gone,
silence will remain.
“Perhaps I never lived, perhaps I never died.
For dying is simple, but living is the harder task—
yet in the silence, I hear the first true sound of life.”
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC