I don't know if your silences are calm seas or contained storms. If your eyes hold constellations or eclipses. If you are made of mornings that repeat themselves or nights that reinvent themselves. But in this not knowing, there is poetry. Because the...

I never did it. Not the way they say. Not with malice, not with rage I only ever loved too much.The moon was full when I found it, not lost, no, just misplaced by fate. Smiled like a memory...

    I wish to spend this life in your socks,threaded in the warmth of your quiet steps. Not borrowed, belonged. Not worn, woven.Each fiber remembers the roads you've touched, soft echoes of you beneath my soles, a hush of love...

Who are you // when no one is looking The eyes turn off, the filters turn off, the persona algorithm turns offYou — no caption, no pose, no "last seen at 3:17."You are the blur in the mirror, the draft...