fiona

The evenings that previously echoed with the most riotous sounds have now faded into an unexpected serene, subdued by the weight of the truth that each human being carries. This reality, braided with strands of experience, joy, and sadness, is a common thread that connects all of mankind, regardless of our differences. The contrast between black and white, in its deep simplicity, acts as a global language, communicating stories of grief and joy, love and loss, without the need for complicated words. In the end, the loudest nights may have died away, but their silence invites us to listen to the whispers of our shared humanity. For it is only in the quiet times that the genuine cadence of life may be heard, reminding us that in the grand theater of existence, the most powerful performance is the one where we live with intention, passion, and the resolute decision to truly be alive.

-F

"When the Peony blooms, she stands tall. Does she mean no or yes?"

I was completely unaware of your existence until I approached you and informed you that you owed me money.

You appeared to be terrified. I was perplexed by your behavior toward me. It was an aggressive approach, I suppose.

It was always how I viewed the school's tranquility. That glance of yours was some sort of stability yet mad in a very lazy disguise.

"Oh how I wish it was you who wished me peace all along," comes to mind first. I'd like to think I was the one you were afraid of.

You exude such radiance. That was the last thing I wanted to say to you. You were constantly caught. I know that you gave it your all.

I was simply lost all of the time. But please don't pardon me. It was all part of the mystery.

But first, let me state how you brought harmony into my life. I know it was silly of me, but I wanted to see it that way.

You were that "one" who would never, ever have to be published in the same way as any other story. Your eyes are the feature of yours that I admire the most. You took a glance at me. I noticed you.

I wasn't a big fan of daft infatuation, but I was a big admirer of the mystery in your eyes, the fact that you had the sun in them.

Even when my gaze was drawn elsewhere, you were the one who watched after me. You were the one who desired my tranquility.

I'm not going to say thank you or that I like you because I don't. You were just the fate that was destined to happen in order for me to be grateful for the experience that you've brought.

Remembering Caye Sy.

📍moa seaside

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