He lingered on the edge of the pier watching the water curl and fold over itself like a restless thought. The river held the stars in trembling reflections countless and unreachable. The wind tangled in his hair pressing cold and insistent against his skin. Silence stretched around him deep and alive as if the night itself waited for him to understand.
And then he felt it a quiet fierce truth the meaning he had chased through every street every shadow every face had never been elsewhere. It lived inside him all along restless untamed impossible to hold yet impossible to ignore.
For a long time a girl was wandering chasing meaning like a phantom that dissolved whenever she reached for it. She searched in other faces in empty streets in rooms filled with the smell of lives not hers. Nothing answered. Nothing remained. One night she stopped in a narrow alley where the walls leaned in as if to whisper secrets she could not understand. The cold pressed into her bones. Silence circled her like a predator. She waited but there was only the hollow pulse of her own heart and a quiet terrible knowing, the thing she sought had been inside her all along yet it would never fully belong to her. Perhaps some truths exist only to remind us of the space between longing and despair.
A person was born with a stutter so severe that his own mother wept when she heard him speak, so he learned to build walls of silence around himself and hid his voice from the world as if it were a shameful secret. One night unable to bear the weight of his muteness any longer he climbed to the roof under a full moon and screamed his pain into the vast emptiness! not caring who heard. And in that moment of raw broken surrender he swears he heard the wind carry back a whisper that sounded exactly like his name spoken with a tenderness only the divine could possess.
She had lived her life in masks smiling where she should frown speaking where she should stay silent. Every gesture every word was borrowed a careful imitation of what the world expected. But inside her a storm was growing subtle at first then violent refusing to be contained. One morning the masks shattered. The friends who loved the illusion recoiled the opportunities she had clung to burned to ash. Yet in the ruins she breathed freely for the first time. There is always violence in becoming yourself for every false self must perish...
Where the darkness tastes of tea and trust.
I am not sad just hollow not broken just numb not lost i am … i am just floating.
Chaos in my veins silence in my soul how am I both too much and not enough?
Empty but full of chaos, numb but drowning in feeling what a way to exist.
https://youtu.be/sUBsEJiP_Qg?si=-Kdy6g4Juey6CEI1
I have forgotten myself in the echo of you.As if time itself froze passing through. Breath still moves, but life feels paused spoke your nam everything turned into loss.
Since last night, I have been watching PTV old longplays and what impressed me the most was the girls' dressing sense matching sense and design simplicity everything was so, so, so much better compared to todays.
https://youtu.be/zYN9oKEYAFI?si=DGmkkGxvFm3Hh9E2
Such a lovely ghazal lost in the faint call of my memory.
You wanted love.
I gave you an empire built on my bones.
You wanted peace.
I gave you my silence even when it bled screams.
You walked away i did not chase
I waited in the fire with teeth clenched
and hands still dripping with the ghosts i slaughtered for you.
Now there is no mercy left in me Only hunger.
Only the beautiful endless scream of vengeance made flesh. I dont dream of your return i own it.
Because no soul ever escapes me once it knows the taste of mine.
My hatred burns in the same fire that once consumed my love
And my love is the poison that sharpens my hate.
I dont leave
Not by choice not by will
But because your soul is tangled with mine so deep that even distance feels like punishment i m doomed to endure.
I am no angel.
I am the demon chained to your name
Feeding on the ache of wanting what i can never truly have and cursed to burn in this endless hunger.
After a point! emptiness lives in every breath pain becomes a habit and even the toxicity feels like mercy.
I wasnt the kind who stole lives i simply became the silence between every breath the weight no soul could name. Not out of malice but because I was trapped within myself and in breaking others,I searched for a way out of my own cage...
A boy stands atop a jagged mountain rock beneath the weight of midnight the sky above endless and cold mirrors the ruin inside him. Hope lies scattered like shattered stars love has wounded him not by betrayal alone but by his own hands. Beside him unseen yet ever present his inner demon gazes at the same sky smiling. Not out of joy but in the eerie stillness of a soul that finds peace in chaos comfort in his collapse. Two beings one body one mourning one marveling both staring into the same eternal void.
A devilish grin, filled with cruel arrogance, is surfacing within me. Hate me or love i am what i am tonight, : )
Your sun never stood a chance against my darkness. I dont just steal souls I leave them screaming in an abyss that no light can reach
my darkness doesnt just swallow your sun it consumes your very existence. I dont shatter hearts i leave souls hollow, lost in the void I create.
In your eyes, I see the reflection of a universe where every star whispers the name of our love.
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