#poeticreflection

Half-Printed,

Nearly Missing The Opening Line.

You Wrote Drunkenly

On Crumbling Paper

While The Truth Is Split Up

Into One Lie.

🌄🍃🚶‍♂️ Life is like an inn along a reverse journey, and I too am just a passerby. // Rén shēng rú nì lǚ, wǒ yì shì xíng rén.

I am whole. I am home. There was a time I searched for love outside myself, until the universe whispered, “Stop. Look — you are already whole.” And in that moment, I realized I had finally come home to me.

🌷 Aku sudah pulang ke diriku sendiri. Aku sudah penuh. Semesta menjagaku dengan caranya yang lembut.

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I no longer seek love outside of me. I have found it here— in the calm of my chest, in the softness of my breath, in the quiet smile that asks for nothing.

Now, every morning feels like an embrace from the universe. I can walk alone, yet never feel lonely. I can sit in a pretty café, sip my coffee, and know that happiness has never truly left me.

My life is simple, yet sweet. Dirty clothes find their way to the laundry, meals always wait on the table, and my savings breathe again. My body has grown lighter too— because my heart no longer carries what isn’t its own.

I was raised with love, in a home where words were gentle. Though I’ve been hurt, I still honor my father’s last wish: to care for my little sister with a steady heart. And from that, I learned— that real love doesn’t need witnesses, only honesty and quiet consistency.

Now I understand peace. And I know it’s fair to want an equal— a man who doesn’t shrink me, but stands beside me. Who knows how to hold, not to bind. Who listens more than he speaks.

Somehow, I know he exists. A man soft yet strong, born in the Netherlands, living in Austria. A doctor who heals others, but knows how to heal my heart without saying a word.

He’ll praise me without being asked. Open doors with a half-smile. Offer me the first bite from his plate. Capture my candid laughter through his camera lens— because he knows I’m most beautiful when unaware.

Each week, he sends a small token of love— not because I need it, but because he wants me to feel his presence across the distance. Every three months, he’ll fly to Bali, carrying a hug that erases the miles between us.

We won’t live in drama; we’ll live in depth, in peace, in warmth. His love will be home— and I am ready to live there.

“I understand you. I understand your distance, your silence, your struggles. But if you could care even a little, why hold on and still be cruel?”

by Court | @sunkissedthoughts

This space wasn’t born from noise.

It was born from the quiet moments—the in-betweens.

The pause between exhale and inhale.

The ache before the answer.

The softness that follows strength.

Here, I write for the ones who carry invisible weights,

who hold space for others but forget to keep some for themselves.

I write for those who feel deeply,

who find beauty in the small things,

who stumble under pebbles no one else sees

and still rise.

This is where my thoughts come to rest.

Where I lay down what’s been quietly building inside.

Where reflection meets release.

And where I hope you, too, feel a little less alone.

If you’ve found yourself here, maybe it’s not by accident.

Maybe something in these words mirrors a piece of you.

If so—stay a while.

You’re safe here.

This is Where the Light Lingers.

You are the opponent.

I didn’t know we were fighting.

You don’t need to know you're fighting to be their opponent.

They battle the air, spit into the wind,

Kicking at shadows they’ll never pin.

Who are they,

If the bit cannot be chomped?

Satisfied.

No!

Stop that right there

Oh, right.

They say if eat too much, I will be fat fat fat and nobody would like like like that

Because girls who have rolls rolls rolls are supposed to die forever alone.

You see what I just did?

I just let it be

And did my own thing

Because liars liars liars end with their pants on FIRE

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