Growing older is
a privilege not everyone
will experience

6:01 PM
8/2/25

Sometimes I
think about all the
places I could have gone
but never did,
wondering what versions
of me I would have met
in all of these countless
possibilities.

It's the solitary nights
I cherish the most.
The silence and shadows,
the thoughts and theories-
these are the things that
keep this heart beating-
this is what it's all about.

Maybe you will survive
when the storm is over but
you will never be the same.
It will leave you broken and scattered,
like the ruins of a city and
uprooted like its trees.
Only a wasteland will remain,
to which you will have to
refill with lessons learnt.

A sunflower stood, golden and bright,

Bathed in the sun, kissed by the light.

Yet all they saw the flaws in her,

Not the kindness,
Nor the soft and pure nurture she gave

She bent with the wind,
she danced in the rain,

Hiding her struggles,
hiding her pain.

She gave warmth and care,

Yet they acted like she wasn’t there.

She held on tight, she tried her best,

But love unreturned, left an empty chest.
Born in the wild, she'll die the same,

A whisper, a shadow, forgotten name.

Not broken, just emptied, her soul set free

A wildflower’s heart lost to the breeze.

I knew this feeling clear and deep
The way the world takes on a hue
Of vibrant light a softened grace
A smile reflected in your face.

This quiet bond a secret kept
Where others fail and others slept
We'll find our love in silent grace
Defined by us in time and space.