this world shelters many,
offering warmth to the lost.
i try the same-
to give the forgotten
a place to rest,
to breathe,
to rise again.
i search the chaos
for whatβs gone missing:
a smile, a pulse,
a reason to stay.
iβll find it for you,
because you deserve to feel whole.
and when you leave-
as you should-
just remember me
as the quiet place
that held you once.
that is my purpose:
to help
until i fade.
Tag: life
ποΈ
i wake up,
but not really.
every day is a foggy one,
heavy and slow,
even if the sun shines.
i eat, i breathe, i move-
just enough to count as living,
not enough to count as happily.
nothing hurts,
but nothing feels right either.
itβs just existing,
quietly,
like dust that forgot
why it settled.
π
my heart will never beat the same,
stopping where your name used to live.
the air no longer fills my lungs,
it just sits-
thin, uncertain,
like itβs afraid to stay.
the sun still rises,
but it doesnβt warm me completely.
music still plays,
but every note falls off.
the world moves forward,
and i still follow,
half-awake, half-gone,
trying to remember
what it felt like
to be whole.
my time will come
where i can take off the layers
and feel the love
of the life that i deserve.
ποΈ
after every fall,
the climb back up is longer
as my strength surges
and hope gathers.
but the plummet afterwards
always hurts twice as much.
at the edge

i stood at the edge,
the wind tasting of salt and freedom,
the drop and the silence below
calling themselves peace.
i used to think that falling
was the only way to stop from breaking,
that the world would understand
why the air didn’t catch me.
my toes curled over stone,
the ocean marking my target
as i took a deep breath in,
bracing for the shove.
but it never came.
the horizon sang
with a beauty and hum
i will never forget-
the sky golden and alive
as i opened my eyes.
my ache is still here,
but it beats with my heart-
asking me to stay.
i took my step back,
not in fear,
but in wonder
at how much more there is to live for.
π€
rusted gears grinding
as the body fell apart,
forcing itself to push
without any strength.
sparks caught,
oil spilled,
rhythm ruined by the stutter,
but the machine still had some life.
in the quiet hours one day,
a soft click took place-
a slow whir
as the heart found its beat.
the pulse has returned,
running with a smoothness
it has not had in years.
still scratched, still scarred,
but humming-
a machine that remembers breaking
and still tracks time beautifully.
i am free.
it took time,
but i am free
from the torment of fear,
of myself.
i hand the map to the wind,
no longer needing the guidance
as i opt for what was once insane to me-
a path of my own creation.
no crowd, no hand to hold-
only the river to keep me company
in a world of silence and peace.
i am the voice and the sound,
the ocean and the tide,
the storm and the calm after.
i am the soil and the seed,
and i control my destiny.
today
for so long,
the sky has been dark-
heavy with tears,
full of pressure.
clouds hold me down,
not letting light shine on me
as the days grow longer
and emotions buckle.
today, a mistake was made
and a gap was forgotten,
allowing a ray to reach me
and provide me warmth.
it did not heal me fully,
nor did it feel like joy,
yet,
but it felt like the first step
out of a locked room.
π
the moon, stars, sun, universe,
it does not matter.
if you wanted it,
i would do whatever it takes
to make it yours.
π
just me and my shadow,
wandering these streets,
riding these buses.
a silent taxi ride
interrupted by horns blaring,
reminding me of the noise
of the world.
dinner for one
under the night sky,
moonlight reflecting
off the silverware.
is this a reminder
that maybe being alone
isn’t so scary?
