#selfwritten

I am safe within me

Only I can give myself the safety from within

From outside I can only rely in a limited way

But from within

That's where the true source of safety lies

I am my own home, safe haven and I got my back

I speak up for myself and take care of my own needs

I am

where the bugs reside

safe in my shock

feeling to the side

pretending i belong

with the insects and dirt

no feelings or hurt

knowing im wrong

but fearing the worst

you might find it surprising

i wasnt alone in this rock

i had someone who

would always knock

the hard part is

when youre under that rock

theres no way out

unless you open the lock

she was of light, its built into her name

passed down through

societys reigns

and i felt it, every day

those surrounding sun rays

im learning to leave that rock today

through the scarred abyss

a lovers blink

to the darkest pits

of weary eyes

and weighted souls

shielded by

plated holes

horizons came

battlefields reign

the bison tamed

the siphon slain

many were bruised

many were moved

the dirt had fused

with the bisons hooves

a dawn became

the bison remains

beneath the chains

cause it’s the only place i get to see him,

and i wish every night

that you’d be there by my side,

after each night i sleep

i spend the day wondering how it feels

to not know anything about me

and even worse, to think:

“how could i still love him?”

but do you think of me driving?

or are you still lying?

when you’re old and grown

would you remember my name?

like i’d remember your face

your eyes, your smile,

would you remember mine?

or is it a memory that fades away

and you’d never think of me again,

am i a ghost in your story?

undeniably lost,

undeniably forgotten,

where can i find your trace again?

cause this city is not the same

and i find it hard to believe

this is all it could’ve been,

but the roads looks safe

and i haven’t move since you came

so we can go in the evening

and i’ll be yours for the weekend

i promise i won’t knock on the door

and i’ll wait by the store,

or walk around the block,

no one will ever know

it’s us in your home,

keep a light on

to memorize your moles

kiss you all night long,

throw a party unannounced

that only me and you

will know about.

we should give it a try

cause you’re the one i’d go back a million times,

let’s keep it a secret

i’d be your oath,

i will fall in love,

and you’d be too dumb to let this go,

so pick me up at 8

i’d be waiting by the trains,

it’s you why i can’t move on

and it’s you the one i yearn for.

‘no one yearns like me.’ (2026)

And again… lost in perfection…

It is, always, the small things that hold the most honest remembrance of what they once were. The dust motes floating through the late-morning sunbeam, the sound of the recycling truck’s old tires speeding away, a stranger’s laugh that ended too abruptly.

Background sound, for the most.