The day hums softly,
like a tune only joy can play.
Petals twirl in the breeze,
and even the clouds wear smiles.
My heart feels lighter than air,
spinning, skipping,
catching the sunlight
in its hand,
holding it close,
like laughter that refuses
to fade.

“She’s dead”

“No, she isn’t”

”She is gone”

“She can’t be”

“Can’t you see?”

“No, I saw her. Last night, in a dream.
Her face was glowing, she spoke to me. And I saw her too, but she was angry, I can’t help but wonder if she is free.”

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I reach for the sky,
hands trembling,
fingers brushing gold.

The world feels so wide,
so bright,
and I’m here,
trying to catch
the pieces of me
I’ve left behind.

Every step is a twist,
every turn a spark,
and even when shadows whisper,
I follow the glow
hoping it leads me
to somewhere
I can finally call mine.

My heart is heavy,
a stone I carry in my chest.
I swallow the screams,
the questions, the why,
because no one needs to see
how much it hurts.

So I cry alone,
tears spilling quietly
like rain that no one notices,
letting the weight fall,
just enough
to breath again.

History may repeat itself
But so do my words:
"I'm fine."
A lie I've perfected over time.
The truth?
I've been lost for a while.