We still talk, rarely, but the words feel measured, like stones weighed before being thrown. Once our voices ran without fences — why can’t we forget ...Read more

(not exactly a poem...) They met behind old cameras, fingers stained with developer fluid and hearts learning how to expose gently. In the red-lit da...Read more

I don't know when it began, but your name kept returning uninvited. It slipped into quiet moments, like a thought I never questioned. You didn't ente...Read more

someone who listens without needing answers, and stays — even in silence. like a presence you don’t have to reach for. a bond too still for speech, ro...Read more

midnight hums through the open pane, a faint light clings to paper and wind.

i didn’t write to be a poet. the words came on their own. i wasn’t chasing poems or titles. i was just holding feelings. their words stayed with me, ...Read more

I exist, but not completely here. Parts of me scattered on a distant shore. Some moments haunt, though we are no more. I remember things that never h...Read more