Petra

Petra 18h

Trapped in a timeline we were never meant to follow

Some dim it, ignore it,
stay on the surface of life,
never reaching the depth they came here to feel.

Earth may be the only known place in the universe
where emotion, real emotion, like love exists.
Maybe that’s what the entire universe longs for.

And we… we have the privilege to feel it.
Love is what we’ve been chasing since we were children,
dreaming of it, needing it, searching for it.
Maybe Earth truly offers something no other place can:
Emotion.

So stop suppressing it.
Stop numbing it.
Emotions are the reason we’re here.
Don’t be afraid to feel.

Petra 18h

Christopher

If we were meant to walk different roads,
why was I led to this turn?
Still haunted by the past,
yet somehow, it’s the only thing pulling me forward.
Since we met, I’ve compared everyone to you.

They’re all made of glass.
I see right through them.
And no matter how long I look,
there’s nothing beneath the surface.

I wrote this after my first love left me. He showed me a totally new perspective on life and I still regret to this day, that I let him go. Because since we met, I don’t find anyone interesting anymore, nobody has the depth and kind of intelligence he had. So I just thought some of you might relate.

Petra 18h

I sleep so we can meet

I sleep so we can meet,
To align with u in a dream.
Scenarios like when I read
not forced, just the subliminal scheme.

No pressure here, no twisted game,
just shadows dancing in a name,
a space where fear begins to fade
where you’re still kind, where you still stay.

You see me whole, like once before,
before the stillness,
before the door
you quietly closed
when you chose to ignore.

ignore what bloomed, ignore my ache,
walked past me like I couldn’t break.
Yet even pain begins to gleam
when I return into the dream.

So if we meet, let it be there
a world imagined, soft and rare.
Because the only place I still believe
is in the dream I never leave.

Petra 18h

sombr

His art cuts deep into my heart.
The only time I truly see the colors of childhood again
is when the lyrics are blasting in my ears.
Even when every song carries a heavy weight
and a cup of sadness,
that’s when I feel most alive.

I need those lyrics carved into my walls,
etched beneath the surface.
I want the melody to run through my mind,
sombr in my head like a never fading song,
the only place where I truly belong.

— The End —