#curiousity

I want to know about everything. Every book, and recipe, and piece of music. I want to know about the arts and history and philosophy and poetry and everything that makes up humanity. I want to see the furthest reaches of this planet and then the stars.

I want to sit down with someone close to me and listen while they explain the way their mind works. Every thought and tick. I want the answers to every question they will ever answer and how their mind got there. I yearn for that intimacy. For the answers to questions I don’t know how to ask yet. I think the most remarkable thing in the world is to be able to sit with someone and have a conversation, and leave again feeling like they have revealed a small part of their soul to you.

I wonder what hides behind those shy, dark eyes.

What did you see when you first saw me?

You say it’s my words you like to read,

even if they aren’t your first language.

You asked me once—

do I think things are random,

or that everything is connected?

It feels too coincidental,

the timing of it all.

And I sit here wondering

if it was fate,

or just something lost in translation—

because how does another melancholy heart

It's ok there's porn but damn I did not expect it under my mother tongue.

I hold two truths like water in both hands one warm, one steady, neither willing to spill.

My heart leans forward, soft and curious, secretly whispering your name like it already belongs somewhere in me.

You feel good. that’s the dangerous part. not a storm, not chaos. just enough sunlight to give me comfort.

If you were closer, stronger, more certain, would I choose you?

I don’t answer. not because I don’t know, i am just protecting myself. carefully listening to which part of me speaks louder.

If you disappeared. would I miss you? when things go wrong? when life presses hard? when I’m not easy to love? would you still be there?

I dont know. So I stay here not falling, not leaving.

The Temple