But now… it’s all layered with a quiet ache I cannot name.

And I let myself dissolve into it, I let myself relive it fully. And there’s a quiet trap in that because it feels beautiful, almost addictive. Yet it fills me with a sudden, wordless grief for the time that was lost, for the people who passed by my life, and for the lives they continued to live beyond me…lives that I’ll never know of.

a little more smile,

a sky full of wondering clouds, turning and alive.

where rainbows glimmer in broad daylight,

a golden sunset, tender and bright.

streams that whisper, and rivers that sing,

carrying petals on a gentle spring.

where laughter echoes through trees so tall,

and every shadow feels magical.

a world where you and i trace our delight,

in stories of togetherness, love taking flight,

where happiness lingers like gentle care,

and every corner holds a dream we can share.

here, time tiptoes, and worries take flight,

every moment sparkles with pure delight.

a place where you and i are endlessly free,

What is this nostalgia? Like exactly what is my heart searching for? Why am I so restless? What the hell am I craving? What piece of me feels unfinished?

Why do I feel like im being constantly called for? As if there’s something.. something haven’t unlocked yet..a puzzle I haven’t solved yet..

i was never an early riser, perhaps that’s why I fell in love with sunsets.

morning feels demanding, restless, too bright too soon.

but sunsets? they slip in gently asking nothing,

spilling gold into the cracks of even the worst of worst days.

something about them slows the world down, soften the edges, makes everything lighter.

as if for a moment, nothing is urgent,

nothing is broken beyond repair.

Because now when i think about you, your presence feels faded, i just can’t recall the shape of your face, sound of your voice, how your eyes used to lit up when you laughed at my lame jokes or how you always knew my secrets even before I spoke of them.