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2026-09-01 In the train, on my way to school,everyone has this curve their neck.It’s a slide from which presence is sliding down,right into their buttcracks. Am I in the matrix?Or am I imagining you’re not actually here?Look at all these faces around.It’s like we’re in an art gallery.Sir, I’m fascinated by the shape of your […]

2026-08-30 Piano, piano, piano,I dance around your patterns. Onaip, onaip, onaip,your melodies circle in my brain. Pipipi, aaa, nonono,I’m me, you are the music. Pinoa, pinoa, pinoa,I’m the music, you are me. Aonip, aonip, aonip,I’m you, the music is within me. Piano, piano, piano?I dance around your patterns?No, I pa.

2026-08-29 Freedom is the feeling of moving my body however I want. Whether it’s up or down, left to right, or back to front. When my arms become an extension of the ocean, my feet are rooted in the ground like trees. Dancing is about moving on my own terms, and sometimes that means sitting

2026-08-26 The moment I laid next to you,safety was what I felt.Your warmth fell over me like a blanket,covering my body with a hug.So close yet I still noticed a pull.Our heart were like magnets,and they could still be closer.Just a tiny bit. Gazing at the sky,pretending I was counting the stars.I was actually listening

2026-08-24 To those who have lost their lives,I want to see it through your eyes.Are you really free of fears now?Can I ever know that feeling as a mortal? When you entered the portal to infinity,who was the first person you met?I want you to tell me everything about them.Maybe, one day, I’ll meet them

2026-08-15 I am grateful,to be both hurt and healed.Tears represent my eternal duality,of feeling deeply without judgement. Crystals forming in my eyes,ready to flow from the sockets like rain.It’s why I refrain from pointing fingers,to any other than myself. Because even when your lightning strikes,and it hits my bones like a conductor,I turn inwards to

2026-08-12 It was a glance at your eyes.The sparks were like fireflies at night,lighting up what seemed a bit dark,because your pupil is like the moon.It still looks at me everytime I go to bed. The tears that rolled down my face,when I craved to see myself.The shattered parts that I had glued togetherwere suddenly

2026-08-06 I can lay in the grass foreveruntil it grows so highthat it swallows me whole no cloud left to spotthey have already been eaten by the grassan ocean right above memy gaze starts to swim in it sometimes life feels so fullit becomes emptyall that is left are the frequencies

2026-07-24 No words left to sayI’ve said them allAll that’s left is the feeling My vocal chords have run out of soundsAll I can do is listenAbsorb what you have to sayAnd trust that I will respondBut only when I want to You carry my wordsI just don’t know them yet

2026-07-15 The space between thought,what is that made of? Is it merely a current of air?One that gentle flows like the wind when I stand on top of the mountain.Or is it more like concrete?Solid, sturdy and static,creating structure for the sculptures we live in. It’s the moment of silence in which the compliance to