#ruslanbarkalov
You... both desired and immeasurable simultaneously.
So inspiring and yet so untouchable.
You... like the specter of Dante's beloved traversing time.
So sacred and equally harsh and cruel.
You... oh, what you truly are—who can say?
What do you conceal behind your defiant silence?
Are you... so proud, or perhaps...
or perhaps it is merely a broken heart that bleeds?
You, though not an angel or
Aphrodite, nonetheless captivate the mind with your beauty.
You... yes, you, who vanish without a trace,
shattering hopes and remaining unresponsive.
You... who truly exists within this tempest of time—
cold winter or gentle, vanilla spring?
You... why do you leave only traces in your soul
when there is not a single crumb of warmth within you...
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 4:55 AM UTC
I revisit long-forgotten places
and a past that no longer offers warmth.
I yearn to return to where the spark ignited, to the realm
of genuine emotions and dreams.
I flee from my own essence, reaching for the stars,
as frigid as my heart.
I have become a stranger to all that once was.
The day concludes, giving way to night,
during which my heart
awakens to beat more fervently
in a torrent of memories
and illusions that rise repeatedly.
Only in the morning do
I rediscover my true self within the vacant walls.
And I aspire to become a star –
Just as frigid, to radiate from the heavens
and remain unattainable to all.
My thoughts drift to distant valleys as
I seek the ancient past that eludes me.
I experience a continual demise within myself,
yearning to feel the warmth of beloved hands,
if only in my dreams.
I escape from my own being by reaching for the stars.
There is no affection in castles built in the air,
and my heart remains shattered.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 8:06 AM UTC
You’re tornado
You’re an avalanche, an abyss
You’re an angel, you’re demon, and you’re a beast
You’re worse
You’re far from bottomless
You are a violet flow of water from the mountains/
It’s a war!
You’re crazy, cunning,
You’re clumsy, you’re night-stormy
You are alone
That’s what you need, and so is not available
You love that lives on the tip of the eyelashes
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC