#memoryandemotion
If only time turned back,
to when our stars aligned,
destiny whispered.
Two souls met within that chance,
sharing one timeless dance.
Our memories remain,
soft as whispers in the dusk.
Though time moves onward,
the heart keeps that sacred step—
our dance— beyond the hours.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 1:24 PM UTC
Dust off my feelings — I could say
_I’m a little rusty when it comes to love,_
so please… forgive me.
With all these needs and wants, I don’t want
to _seem so needy — believe me!_ Sometimes I feel
like _the memory of other people_, a name echoed
in stories but never fully seen. I guess the fantasy
of connection _never really ends_. I loan myself
abundant confidence — but only in my heart,
and even then, _only vaguely_. Behind the irises,
tired eyes rest on the soft outlines of what
_the mind believes it can finally see_. To participate
in finding oneself… _it’s a gruesome search party._
My floodlights are filled with _a bit of drought_ —
shining outward, but lacking what flows within.
I’m strolling where I _never had the courage to step,_
everywhere I turn feels like _a new pressure._
I give out my heart, but don’t have much of a chest
to hold it — _barely a ribcage to defend it._
Yet still — _there’s treasure in this tenderness,_
a worthwhile chest of purpose hidden in the pretending…
of escaping real life. But here I am, _in real time_ —
taking the _first step._
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC