#nomainfine777 - Hello Poetry

I always dreamt of things that don’t exist— an anywhere door, just to reach you whenever the world feels too far. Or a quiet switch, to pause everything around me, let the world disappear for a while— so I could steal a moment, just to talk to you… without time rushing us away.

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 1:20 AM UTC

NomaInfine

In Another Reality

I always dreamt of things that don’t exist— an anywhere door, just to reach you whenever the world feels too far. Or a quiet switch, to pause everything around me, let the world disappear for a while— so I could steal a moment, just to talk to you… without time rushing us away.

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They aren’t only them anymore— they’re a place I return to without moving. A corridor of childhood laughter, where my steps were lighter, where someone’s presence felt like a small festival in my chest. I remember how I used to wait— not with patience, but with spark. Not for words, not for promises, just to see them and feel… enough. And maybe that’s what stayed. Not their voice, not their face as it is today— but the way I existed when they were around. Soft. Seen. Safe in a way I didn’t have to question. So I keep searching for them in every new face— but they arrive as strangers, while they… still feel like home. And now I understand— I’m not holding onto them, I’m holding onto a version of me that once knew how to shine without trying.

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Mar 20

Mar 20, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC

NomaInfine

Not Just Them

They aren’t only them anymore— they’re a place I return to without moving. A corridor of childhood laughter, where my steps were lighter, where someone’s presence felt like a small festival in my chest. I remember how I used to wait— not with patience, but with spark. Not for words, not for promises, just to see them and feel… enough. And maybe that’s what stayed. Not their voice, not their face as it is today— but the way I existed when they were around. Soft. Seen. Safe in a way I didn’t have to question. So I keep searching for them in every new face— but they arrive as strangers, while they… still feel like home. And now I understand— I’m not holding onto them, I’m holding onto a version of me that once knew how to shine without trying.

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Wake up, girl— you're built for more. Drop the sloth, rise and soar. Eyes on the target, steady and legal— hunt your dreams like a fierce eagle.

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC

NomaInfine

Rise or Stay

Wake up, girl— you're built for more. Drop the sloth, rise and soar. Eyes on the target, steady and legal— hunt your dreams like a fierce eagle.

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Thrown out from the warmth I knew, family gone, love slipped through. No friends to turn to, no work in hand, just an empty mind in a shadowed land. I wander, searching for a sign, a path, a spark, a life that’s mine. In the darkness, I stumble and bend, hoping somewhere lies a quiet end—or a new begin. ✨

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 2:40 AM UTC

NomaInfine

Wandering

Thrown out from the warmth I knew, family gone, love slipped through. No friends to turn to, no work in hand, just an empty mind in a shadowed land. I wander, searching for a sign, a path, a spark, a life that’s mine. In the darkness, I stumble and bend, hoping somewhere lies a quiet end—or a new begin. ✨

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We began like a Kachha Mango raw, restless, alive. We ended like Dairy Milk sweet... but quiet inside. The sweetness never changed, so why did the doting fade? Why so hidden like a god in stone, meant to be felt, never shown? Where did our half-bloom go too flimsy to be real? Real enough to feel, yet not real enough to stay. 🍫 @NomaInfine777

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Mar 10

Mar 10, 2026 at 1:31 AM UTC

NomaInfine

Kachha Mango to Dairy Milk

We began like a Kachha Mango raw, restless, alive. We ended like Dairy Milk sweet... but quiet inside. The sweetness never changed, so why did the doting fade? Why so hidden like a god in stone, meant to be felt, never shown? Where did our half-bloom go too flimsy to be real? Real enough to feel, yet not real enough to stay. 🍫 @NomaInfine777

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