He sat alone,
a single rose and a diamond gleaming at his feet,
beside him a woman of rare beauty,
and around him his own island, untouched by time.
Everything he had ever wanted,
everything he once dreamed of,
was now his.

But why did he feel so empty?

The genie had granted his three wishes:
Riches beyond measure.
A stunning princess to call his own.
A paradise to rule in solitude.

Yet he had forgotten the most crucial wish
he had not asked for youth, nor for health,
nor for joy to fill the hollow spaces of his soul.

What good were diamonds
if his bones ached and heart faltered?
What use was the beauty beside him,
if love could not find its way into his tired eyes?
What comfort did the sand bring,
when no footsteps came to share it?

The woman watched him from a distance,
bewitched and puzzled
how could a man have so much
and still look so lost?

And so he sat,
on that golden beach,
surrounded by the glittering results of his desires,
haunted by a twist of fate
and the silence of a wish
poorly spent.

She is like summer—
it comes and leaves a lingering warmth in your heart.
But she is trapped in the cage of her own mind,
a cage she sometimes can’t fight her way out of.
She lies still, staring at the ceiling,
wondering what her next move should be.
Sometimes, she wishes she could shout to the world,
tell them how she feels,
but she never does.
The silence around her is deafening.
If only she could spread her wings and fly,
but she’s always stuck,
locked inside her thoughts.
She fills the hearts and minds of others,
but never the one in her own heart—
the one she longs for,
the one that feels just out of reach.
If only she could catch up to her—
the one she dreams of,
the one she waits for.
She sits in silence,
waiting for a sign,
hoping that one day,
the girl she desires will make the first move.
Caught between hope and a lack of confidence,
she waits, longing for the day
when she will fall in love with the one she wants,
when the world will shift,
when her heart will beat in perfect sync with another.
When will she be like summer—
missed and longed for?

The blue, crystal-clear water came closer and closer
as her body came crashing into the water.
She embraced the cold water
as she sank lower and lower into the depths,
becoming one with the water.

She was the ocean to my waves,
the melody I long to sing forever.
May her love stretch to the deepest parts of the sea—
boundless, enduring.

She is the face I dream of in our daughter,
the smile I want to bathe in every single day.
Her skin—soft, warm—is the touch I ache to hold.
Her hair, the strands I long to comb,
gleams like freshly paved roads beneath the sun.

Her lips, the ones I yearn to kiss,
fit perfectly with mine,
as if they were made only for me.
And her heart—oh, her heart—
is the one I wish to wrap mine around,
forever and always.

Her love is like a cool breeze on a scorching summer day—
blowing through me,
cooling me,
reviving me,
as I wait for it with open arms.

Her very existence is my reason to live,
the air I breathe,
the spark of my love.

At first glance, he seemed within reach,
but my heart was set on something far beyond.
As he began to warm my heart,
he started to slip away—just out of reach.

From a distance, I could only glance at him,
yearning for a touch, a moment, anything.
He was like shattered glass,
broken by the very poison he kept drinking.

And I—
I wished he would let me heal him,
let my love be the cure his body and soul needed.
But he never wanted it.
He chose the poison over the antidote.

He would rather drown in that endless loop of hopelessness
than reach for the hand that could save him.
Oh, how I wished he would.
Oh, how I wished he would turn and look at me.
Oh, how I could have cured him.

But his little heart watched in silence
as others indulged the poison he craved.
He doubled it. Tripled it.
And slowly, he began to fade.

When our eyes no longer met,
I stood still.
And instead of reaching out again—
I watched.
I let him go.
I let him enjoy the poison he loved more than life itself.

And so, I turned my gaze inward.
He missed my glance.
He felt its absence.
And he wondered why I stopped looking.

But by then—
I was miles away from him and the love he rejected.
I had moved on.
The cure he once refused
became the very poison he could never have again.

He missed his chance.
He regretted it.
Now he’s trapped in that same loop.
Everything he wants is out of reach.

No one spares him a glance.
He is invisible.
Worthless in the eyes of others.

He may never feel the warmth of someone’s gaze again.
Now, he must choose—
to find a new cure,
or a poison that kills more slowly.