The city slept, waiting for dawn.
Shopwindows and houses wholly slept.
The moon and me were wandering lonely,
Two sad loners being night windswept.

Nothing will flurry, nobody'll bother.
The night is dark and quiet awesome.
The wind repeats the heartbeat in lockstep.
I'm not in full. It seems I've lost some.

I'm shuffling and the moon is nearby.
I am sick out of this hellish pain.
That night I parted with me in whole,
That me, who forgave with no refrain.

I never minded the quiet.
The way the walls never asked for anything,
the way the night didn’t need me to speak.
I could sit with my own silence,
breathe in the stillness,
and call it enough.

Then you showed up.
Not loud, not demanding--just there.
And suddenly, the silence wasn’t peaceful,
it was just empty.

I started waiting for your voice
before I even knew I was listening.
I started looking for you in rooms
I knew you wouldn’t be in.

And now, without you,
the quiet feels heavier.
Like it knows what it's missing.
Like it’s waiting, too.

I drift, a river restless, wide,
Carved by time, yet pulled inside.
Bound to banks that held me tight,
Yet drawn beyond their dwindling sight.

The wind hums secrets to my skin,
A song of loss, a song of kin.
The waves that call, the stars that guide,
Whisper change—yet fear resides.

I crash, I twist, I rise, I fall,
A roaring flood, a whispered call.
Melancholy pools in me,
But so does fire, wild and free.

The ocean waits with open hands,
Unmeasured depths, untrodden sands.
Am I dissolving? Am I whole?
Or just becoming something more—

A sky, a storm, a silver crest,
The river vast within my chest.
No longer lost, not yet complete,
I am the flow, I am the deep.

undisturbed
by shopping fever…
snowfall is quiet

The wind was howling,
the moon was glowing,
and me?

Trying to glimpse
the stars,
hiding from me.

maybe a casket it's where I'll get my rest
and among tears, I'll get to dream
with my arms to the side, like I've always slept
do you think you could let me rest?
just this once, please keep hush
don't try to wake me, let me close my eyes

I don't know how to explain it,
But somehow, it seems like the world
Has gotten louder AND quieter
At the same time

What do I live for?
This is a question many people including myself ask.

Society has consumed the idea that
if we don’t HAVE an ultimate goal
or a perfect life plan,
then our life is meaningless.

You see there’s so much
unrealistic expectations
that are placed on yourself
for simply wanting to reach a perfection
that doesn’t exist.

To this I say:
No.
Not because you don’t have the next 10 years planned it doesn’t means your value is less

Personally,
this is my answer to that question.
What do I live for?

In all honesty I don’t have a goal for my life.
I’m not planning on becoming the next
superstar, or millionaire.
I live day to day.

I don’t expect anything more out of life,
than to simply be happy.

I don’t think you need a reason to live.
You don’t have to live for the idea of perfection.
You don’t have to live for goals you might not even reach.
Simply live because you want to.
Find a fulfillment in life.

Having your future predestined is ridiculous.
Sometimes I can’t even see my future
in the next year.
The world might end tomorrow,
but all you were focused on was the next day, not this one.
If you live preparing one day ahead when are you truly alive?

Practicing slowing down is
sacred and important.
Moments of peace in quiet rooms,
in the sunsets,
morning coffee,
a good book.
These are moments are the I live for.

I live because I know..
despite my own flaws and struggles.
Life is too short to waste.

Quiet your mind and you may find
peace in such stillness.
Your life feels like chaos when
the music drowns out any possibility of
silence inside.
How can you even think with lyrics of
mesmerizing dandelions
clanging through your consciousness?
From the left and right
distractions dissect your attention.
Why is it so hard
to turn off the music?
Silence is scary—
a frightening thing to befriend.
Some fear the dark, yet
you fear the quiet.