april 24th, 2022

The heart is all about survival of the fittest, after all. It's an environment where weak emotions are consumed by powerful ones.
Like a good, understanding child, you will swallow a cup filled to the brim with tragedy, without leaving a single drop.
If forcing your opinion upon others will cause them trouble, you would rather suffer the wounds yourself.
Oh, gentle spirit. In order to be with others - or, in order to be all alone.....
You slowly and gradually yielded every piece of yourself, wearing down your very soul.
Even though you had every right to protect your own soul.

Did nobody tell you that?
That you yourself are one and only? That nobody can replace you?

april 26th, 2022

And if i could
With just a sigh
I'd stop the tide
Of siren cries

may 6th, 2022

She dropped her beads in the sand. So the girl cried. For one hundred years, the girl searched in the sand.

They might be in the ocean, not the sand. So the girl cried. For one hundred years, the girl searched in the ocean.

They might be in the mountais, not the ocean. So the girl cried. How many years will pass before the girl wonders if she really dropped them?

june 13th, 2022

But, as long as we don't abandon the yearning in our hearts to get closer, there's a chance that this world - no matter how mean and cold it might seem - can change, little by little......

july 13th, 2022

It was as a fleeting dream, but for the two of them, the time they shared was most definitely real.

july 26th, 2022

The earthly cord was cut, and we are orphans in the universe. Thunder is no longer the voice of God. Lightning is no longer a moralizing missile. Knowledge is no longer shaped like a snake. What's left of the alphabet is deep underground, in places without faces. Everything we want will require unfathomable violence, but contradictions are nothing new. The youness is the newness.

august 8th, 2022

I know that, as we continue to date and make memories, I won't be dazzled as much by every brush of her fingers, or every time our eyes meet, or every time we kiss.

But I want to keep this joy for the rest of my life.

I'll treasure this. This happiness and my girlfriend who brought it to me.

november 14th, 2022

Let us weave a tale of gentle jests and frivolous bickering. Of the comings and goings of everyday life. As unremarkable as they are, we may find ourselves recalling those bygone memories with tears in our eyes one day. For that is what they taught us.

Let us weave a tale of their antics, full of mischief and whim and passion. Though their abundant charm tests the limits of vocabulary, let us weave this tale nonetheless. Of the unforgettable profiles those who could even yearn for their own agony like prized jewels.

Let us weave a tale of their cries and their wishes, even if they are loath to do it themselves. A tale of kind solitude, and clumsy yet earnest communion.

Let us weave a tale of those who are neither leaders nor followers. A tale of those who walk their own path, unfettered by rules and convention, changing for no one. For that path is paved by their pride.

Let us weave a tale of their acts, for they shall make a great tale indeed. A tale of struggles, misgivings, and pain. Of shared smiles and perseverance despite it all. Of friendship-like bonds.

Even fairy tales without happy endings can one day be cherished all the same.