You say the world outside is too much— too loud, too bright, too unsure. And maybe you’re right, but you forget what I carry inside. When I close my eyes, the air shifts. There’s a gate that creaks open somewhere far. A place built not of stone but of thought— my castle of dreams, tall, Read more…

Some mornings, you don’t rise—you surface. As if you were underwater all night and forgot how to breathe. It’s not a sharp fall. It’s a quiet one, woven from half-finished thoughts and the weight of things left unsaid. It’s the kind of moment that calls for healing from within, even if you don’t realize it Read more…

I don’t know why— why I’m always the one feeling misunderstood, as if my silence is a fault, my words, an attack. You judge me by how I sound, but never by the ache that shapes my voice. You defend your intent— but hold mine on trial. When I say I’m tired, you say I’m Read more…

Some nights, I think about what it would be like to vanish into the moon and stars — not as some grand escape, just as someone who’s had enough noise for a lifetime. Up there, the dark night sky doesn’t ask questions. The waning moon keeps to itself, fading without apology, returning without ceremony. I Read more…

I was born in a rose bed. You’d think that would mean beauty. But honestly? I never felt it. Everything around me was red, rich and perfect. And there I was— a strange burst of yellow with petals that curled the wrong way. At first, I tried to fit in. I kept quiet, stayed low. Read more…

There was a knock. Soft — like someone unsure if they should be there. When I opened the door, she stood beneath the dim sky.

I sat beneath a hazy moon, its silver light pouring over me like memory. The night was still— not the kind of stillness that feels empty, but the kind that holds you gently, asks you to listen. The only sounds were the hush of turning pages, the soft psithurism of trees telling stories in the Read more…

My cheeks were red, Lips felt dry. Romantic love poems filled my head, I was smiling — I don’t know why. When his eyes found mine, Time froze in a hush. A spark lit up the line — And I just knew: he was my first crush.

I’ll go to the shop,  Buy myself some cheerful joy,  Both laughter therapy and deep sorrow,  So heartfelt feelings stay near.   With buying true happiness on my mind,  I’ll leave no deep emotions behind.

Locked away in silence, unspoken emotions, secrets we keep. Words that we cannot bring ourselves to say, Echoes of the past, that won’t go away.   Words that catch in the throat, Emotions hard to express, trapped inside the mind. Tears that fall without a sound, Hurt that circles all around.