I catch my feelings by writing them in a paper full of pretzel crumbs

I catch my feelings by writing them in a paper full of pretzel crumbs i play with words to feel the feeling that i need to comprehend

In the field of blooming flowers,I can sense your gaze towards me;the scent you carried is much more than I portray—they...
29/09/2025

In the field of blooming flowers,
I can sense your gaze towards me;
the scent you carried is much more than I portray—
they speak the words you cannot convey.

I can feel the wind through my skin,
from yours to mine, a misty scene.
You planted something into my grave,
and the scent it carried saved the grave..

This scent I smell from the flowers of yours
is what I’ve been looking to hide from you,
yet the wind brings my scent to you.
Now I don’t know what I felt for you.

–🥨

Different books with different stories,yet filled with words that carried the pages, and each page clung to different pa...
03/08/2025

Different books with different stories,
yet filled with words that carried the pages,
and each page clung to different pathways
that will end for its part of existence.

The same pen with different reasons to live:
the past hold words that beg to be confessed;
present hold secrets that need to be written,
while tomorrow is unwritten and will be woven by choices.

Different books, yet both had endings—
words passed through the pen that’s been writing,
and pages keep yesterdays for the ending,
to look back and read what life has been telling.

–🥨

To disappear is what I crave, and to die is what I’ve been wearing in this society that I wanted to run away from. ...
13/07/2025

To disappear is what I crave, and to die is what I’ve been wearing in this society that I wanted to run away from.

–🥨

📷:pinterest

07/07/2025

A bird that sang the truth loudly is the one that can be easily killed, for it spread the notes of truth, made the blind turn to it, and made the deaf hear it.

–🥨

how i love journaling 🥨📚
01/07/2025

how i love journaling 🥨📚

The rhythm of the rains whispered ill;the notes were hitting something to kill while I was trying to hide from my shell,...
28/06/2025

The rhythm of the rains whispered ill;
the notes were hitting something to kill
while I was trying to hide from my shell,
the weather knows what I wanted to feel.

The breeze was heavy, full of burdens—
tried to catch what my heart was burning.
Sky from above keeps on screaming
just like my soul that was on to something.

My eyes were wandering to look at the scene—
dark and wretched is what I have seen.
The cloud wept to give what I’ve been feeling;
the weather knows what I’ve been feeling.

–🥨

Lullabies playing under the moonfor it to hear those melancholic tunes,to hug the burden in the lonely lagoonon the nigh...
27/06/2025

Lullabies playing under the moon
for it to hear those melancholic tunes,
to hug the burden in the lonely lagoon
on the night of the 28th June.

–🥨

📷: pinterest

24/06/2025

How are we supposed to have peace when the government decided to take a war? There are innocent people dying and children suffering where they are supposed to be at school, learning things or just playing with peace. What happened in the world is very alarming right now; we have to take our blindfolds off and start looking where the reality is.



19/06/2025

A gentle reminder: changing yourself just to fit in is losing and ruining yourself.

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