You know what terrifies me? The fact that one day, without the slightest warning, something can simply cease to exist just because it lost meaning and weight to someone.
but that’s where we fell
we built these dreams
between you and me
but these were things
that were built to never come true
so there our unfinished story lies
buried forever beneath the moondust
feeling in the dark for the covers
and I wonder if you feel the empty chill
where you are too
Sometimes the things I scrawl on paper make no sense – to you, nor to me. But that’s the thing about writing. It doesn’t need logic. It is a way of feeling, of freezing, of putting raw and jumbled feelings and unfiltered internal turmoil into words, into something tangible. No masks, no pretense. Completely human, wholly vulnerable. And somehow, by writing, you get to open a small window, releasing a piece of the weight that hangs heavy on the mind. The thoughts that had skipped wildly inside you like frenzied pebbles on waters will find their calm, and sometimes, that’s exactly what you need, even for just a moment.
the sun sets
and the cloud breaks
here I sit
watching the last light fade
as I close the chapter on you and me
Are you aware? Breathe. The balmy air seeping through lungs. Listen. Rubber crunching against gravel. Feel. The buzz of the city tingling through the hairs of your arm. Eyes open. Are you aware? You exist in this second only once. So exist. Exist wholly and embrace all that’s around you with every fiber of your being. Together, you are the elements that make up the story of today.
Now shut eyes.
Are you aware?
Are you really aware?