p.o.v

Today, I write for no one but me, a quiet confession to the passing wind. Nostalgia lingers like a fading scent, woven with the weight of restless thoughts— uncertainties pressing against my chest.

I sit with myself, listening.

Sadness and hope hold hands in silence, disappointment walks beside my dreams. Tears slip through the cracks of solitude, a tribute to the love I never found.

Jealousy whispers, insecurity stays, doubt settles where faith once stood. I am weary, yet my feet keep moving, I dream, though my dreams remain untouched.

I feel it all at once—too much, too deep, yet I remind myself—I am free to feel. I have chosen both shadow and light, contentment and longing, the beauty of contradiction within me.

Tell me it's you & I

Till time no longer moves

Till sun no longer shines

Till moon & star dies

Till the last breath & cries

A heads up from you is better than leaving me wait for you.

The moon quietly sits toniqht

And this quiet heart screams almight

"Reach my hand & I'll be your Knight"