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oh i wonder, will you be still here, after i'm gone?
oh i wonder, might someone else hear the melody the way i did?
reminiscing all the beautiful lines,
the lines that rooted deep inside me;
the love i felt listening to you
oh i wonder, will someone ever feel the same?
life recommended you too late to save,
yet you remain, the song i never unliked
oh i wonder, could any new song ever take your place,
or am i just playing you on loop?
forever a song i keep in silence, my sesame syrup
dreaming with a filthy heart
the dual edge of beauty,
and maybe my last ascent
Annapurna, your surreal panoramas
ice walls glowing gold at sunrise,
clouds swirling like a restless sea,
your unmatched spiritual aura,
it whispers of all who never returned.
A dream that weighs enough
to pull me to your summit, before I die.
with your magnificent crevasses,
your love that cuts like frostbites
many gave their final breath
so will I, If i fail to.
my lovely one,
so my dandelion
always swaying to the rhythm of wind
so delicate, yet holding yourself whole
hard love, gentle touch, still you slip away
you were meant to be adored from a distance
oh my dandelion, how mystical you are
you were made for wild skies
born to be held,
but too fragile for the ghost of touch
from early spring’s bloom to the hush of your final stage
your tiny little floating parachutes, too tired to chase
i have no vase for something like you
my lovely dandelion, fading into the years
7/08/2025
sleeping to the scent of long stemmed roses
If you keep giving to every wave,
what’s left of you that you can save?
-Chapter (turned eulogy)
This new chapter we started together,
A chapter that never truly ends
A chapter etched with silent battles
A chapter that dances between light and shadow
And a chapter built on patience, bound by promises
Chapters may fade with time, but not this one. Not ours
A chapter where each day carved a memory
A chapter in our little lives sealed with love
A chapter that holds our art within, imperfect yet beautiful
A chapter we’ll carry beneath our final silence
“The chapter“ that closes our book of life together.
-20/06/2025
The words stayed :)
The beauty of creation can be seen in the beauty of Sea, they say. But looking at the dark depths is a reflection of how I feel, I would say. Being the shore, letting people and pain wash over me as waves, knowing all along they’ll eventually slide away. There is beauty in loss, just as there is beauty in love. Filled with the pain of left out only to welcome another wave just to feel the same way again. Maybe being the shore is to never experience the complete love of waves. The shells, those temporary shells, those delicate little forevers, stay with me for a while. Maybe being the shore taking in these delicate shells hoping they might stay, only to feel the quiet hurt of watching them slide back into the sea called memories. Waves retreat, shells slide away, Maybe being the shore is taking in every little wave and fragile shell only to remind myself that nothing could ever fill the void within, nothing ever stays.
-9/07/2025
And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
                                                       ­                                           - Fight Club
Why do you think I blew up your condo? - Tyler
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