Another route, maybe

Flirted with the idea.

The other one.

But what is that even for?

How many times does the cycle rerun

before I forget why I hated the reruns in the first place?

What’s the price of being wanted—

and why is it still too cheap and too expensive at once?

Is it absence? Or a craving for chaos dressed as clarity?

Do I chase the noise because silence reminds me

of everything I don’t say out loud?

There’s that moment before regret

where it still feels like a good idea—

and sometimes I just want to live there.

Right there.

Before the ruin.

I’m not where I should be.

And I hate saying that out loud, even to myself.

Nothing’s broken, but nothing fits.

And that’s almost worse.

Crossroads, static

Paused at the edge.

Phone in hand.

One text would echo like a ping through water—

I know it’d reach you.

I know you’d come.

Quick.

Clean.

No questions.

But I didn’t.

I walked.

Stopped.

Bought something to sip,

Not for the taste,

but for the time it bought me.

I just needed to not crash into something again.

To slow the reel.

To not be a rerun.

As we live different lives 

Telling lies for the need of a little comfort

This isn’t love 

This is how loneliness looks in this world 

Withholding truth and words 

The constant need to filter mind and feelings 

Using delayed responses and changed settings to remain unseen and recent 

Funny how things changed 

Extending grace to understand and meet the new you

Who are you now in this season 

Not recognising that person in the photos 

Reawakening at 23 but 37 

The spider and the butterfly

I can’t seem to fly 

I don’t want you to know what this means so holding back and keeping it in is how I turn the blade inward and leave the war within. Not taking it out. You’ve got nothing to prove. It isn’t you that I’m fighting it is me. I’ve done this to myself and it is lonely here. It is easy for some to shut down their spirals but I know this is my path I need to take to figure it out. At the end of the spiral, what do I see? Do I finally see myself at the core. You’ve shown me the short cuts but my legs and heart refuse to take them. So I lay here using this tension as writing materials. 

The last five years have not given me a chance to breathe and make sense of all the transitions, loss, traumas and discovery of self and new needs. The lines are tested. I didn’t realize I could remove them. What I knew have fallen like sandcastles at the beach. There’s where I want to be. 

I’ve seen your past life 

Displayed 

And I can’t help wonder 

But know for sure 

It wouldn’t had been a good time 

I would have scoffed and ghosted 

It’s funny how we change silently 

Not big loud celebratory ones 

It’s a quiet shift 

Maybe filters helped we said 

Strange isn’t it an ache 

It’s there and again why 

You don’t know what you don’t 

You can’t have what you don’t know 

Maybe not seeing 

Just knowing through words and stories 

Wouldn’t matter so much 

Weren’t we all surviving in the only ways we knew then 

The danger, speed and travels 

Moments made tangible with others 

And that’s how we kept walking 

To meet who we are supposed to 

When it’s time 

The dream was strange because you have not thought about this face in a long while and what’s worse you were in a room that is familiar yet not at the same time, the door wouldn’t close so it was left ajar. It felt like there were others outside but you can’t tell. And you laid there as the face came close. With hands reaching out you dissolved in between the sheets of each thrust and move. You wanted to stay but was shocked to wake. 

Something has to shatter

It always does

Bringing me back to how a gentle knock

So quiet it crawls and spreads

Far and reaching

That it turned into an unintended masterpiece

We never quite shatter immediately

Holding tall and steady

Despite the quiet cracks that continues to break within itself

You hear what the eyes can’t see

You watch and think the next moment would be it

But it does not give you that satisfaction

So when

 What about the trunk 

Having read and watched two stories played out very differently in my mind and screens 

They toyed with the idea of serendipity, boundary and contracts 

How chance encounters and each interaction usually unveils a little more with each layer peeled back 

Like what tomatoes and childhood traumas do 

Knowing that they could be saviours or shadows 

There’s a kind of thirst that doesn’t ask for water — it begs for freedom. The kind that urges the mind to wander untamed, where imagination flickers like a fire long before it ever catches flame. That static tension in the air, invisible yet electric, waiting to ignite.

There’s no room for caution here — not when vulnerability teeters so close to boldness. The hesitation, the second-guessing, the protective shell of embarrassment… all feel like barriers to a more honest yearning. Let them fall.

It’s strange how things unfold. The words unsent, lingering on the edge of intention. A voice not yet heard, but longed for in the silence. A chuckle — small, spontaneous, unforgettable.

And then there’s touch. Not just skin to skin, but the magnetic pull of wanting to be wanted.

No more reasons. No more brakes. Just an unfiltered, unedited desire to step fully into it — to let go, to feel, to burn.

Would I be ready 

When I hear that 

Would I say 

It’s time 

Maybe it was a passing that lured the recall 

A piece of it was made up of cuts and smoke 

That night was life’s turning point to anchor the beyond

Many nights

The earliest of all

Under the yellow streetlights I could still see the shadows driving away

At the window hyperventilating, gasping for air, knowing in that space something changed

Behind closed doors muffled whispers

A hole and hands

The rage met a neck

Eyes open meeting a smirk and the haunting avalanche that chained itself forever  

 

We create to embody the moment 

Despite everything moving forward 

The endless change and tide of things 

The different sides of us we conceal, reveal and share 

Never a full picture 

You find yourself surprised by little unknowns that are only discovered or made known now 

Standing in front of the light we can’t see what’s really there 

Rushing to the next moment made you missed out what was right in front 

You want to be more present in the next moments 

We fear being left behind or forgotten 

But believing that we have given and left pieces of ourselves with each encounter and goodbyes aids in moving on 

You have given yourself away to each person and memory 

A silent modest mark you left behind 

And it will be triggered 

Somehow 

Continuously in time 

Today 

Tonight

I’ve decided 

I’m done 

Not going to fight 

That’s it 

No going back 

No what ifs 

No regrets 

I’m exhausted by this daily loop 

I’ve sighed too many times 

I’ve tried my best 

There is no harvest just fears

Always a snow

Finally at the edge

Exploring paths that do not exist 

Just keep walking 

Keep the songs playing 

I know I have done wrong 

No excuses just leaning in to what ever that needs to be said 

Only sorry that I broke me in trying to save 

That the vessel was no longer holding 

And the need to feel an escape like time is not running out 

Maybe selfish contradictions smears all justifications 

There is concrete works in progress 

How paths changed and maps do not sync 

I walked the in between 

It is loud. 

I think a part of my psyche was hurt 

And my own assumptions or misreading came into play

Logic I grasp but can’t internalize 

There is consequence in not thinking

The cost of thought, I now reflect.

The worse part of me took over for a spin

Unleashing pure unchecked rage and spite 

In that instant I’m scared by who I became 

So this is the price I pay for being too close for comfort 

The more we jump these lines I burn at the stake 

I can’t keep up with the act 

I’m done.

You do this thing; leading up the garden path and ultimatums 

You are winning at this and I recognise that I can’t surpass you 

Taking more than just an embrace and that is fine because you do not discern and I disregard 

How convenient all this is, isn’t it? 

The things you want are dangerous 

Because it means you jump the lines and I pay the price 

As I see the end I will give you my goodbye 

Leaning on this cold steel, she deserved it 

Who is this tearing on the train after talking about imposters 

She is and she knows it doesn’t leave after all this time it really hasn’t 

But it would had been a comfort to hear it from you on what you had to say 

Either she will laugh or roll her eyes it just isn’t the same if it’s not you 

Putting out fires as she held her breath to fight it while taking in the smokes 

Knowing the end of it would be a reward that made it worth going 

But she wasn’t prepared for company not now not this time 

All she wanted; was you. 

The steps the walk was longer 

Maybe stumbling is not walking 

It is just not the same 

Putting a foot in front of the other was heavier 

Unable to go faster without falling off the edge

So yesterday was an indemnity  

Not knowing you needed saving 

Honesty became a scarcity

How could she save when she needed saving