Cherish the pale hour of moon,
when silver quiescence drapes the earth.
And unseen realms drift softly near,
granting souls a fleeting glimpse..
of what daylight dares not reveal.

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"I Once Believed”

Healing is a myth.
Don’t tell me
the heart can find its rhythm again.
I know
the ache never really fades.
It’s foolish to think
there’s peace in surrender.
Some say
softness is not strength.
But I’ve learned
walls are safer than windows.
I can’t accept
there’s still beauty in the becoming.
Because
hope is a fragile thing.
And
I once believed
I was whole.

(Janus / Reverse Poem
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I don’t wait for rare joys anymore.
Just quotidian notes of life
rising quietly when I’m not looking.
A breeze nudging curtains.
The smell of flowers
I pass without picking.
A chair left askew.
Afternoon light crawling
across chipped tiles.
Birdsong drifting from far away.
Night arriving unannounced,
morning pretending to be new.
Dreams that don’t travel far—
already tucked inside
my pockets,
my kahwa cup,
my eyes.

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A supernova dies, and in its death,
new stars begin.
Endings aren’t endings.

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"You don’t have to shine.


Just stay lit."

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Truth? Nobody has it easy.

Everyone’s dragging something behind them.
A loss they never talk about,
a fear that doesn’t sleep,
a version of themselves they’re still trying to forgive.

People show up smiling, but some days,
just getting out of bed was the win.
Some are holding families together with threads,
some are one more bad day away from breaking.

So next time you're tempted to judge,
to roll your eyes,
to throw words sharper than needed... pause.

Not everyone bleeds where you can see it.

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Perhaps..
Uncertainty is like a lantern.
It may not reveal the path ahead,
but assures we're still walking forward.

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Even the faintest flame
remembers the spark
that dared to ignite it.

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Do not rush to solve
the riddle of yourself..
.
.
some truths only bloom
in the slow seasons.

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Cracked mirrors,
fragile truths.
Time recoils,
a serpent's coil.

Dreams burn,
ashes drift.
Voices rise,
in hollow rooms.

Monsters grin,
beneath veils.
Kindness scars,
deeper than hate.

Life unravels,
a silent riddle.
Meaningless,
yet inescapable.

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