We hold onto pain because beneath it lies
something even deeper.-
a love we can't yet fully reach, but refuse to stop searching for.
Time doesn't heal; it numbs.
It wraps around you like a thick fog, softening the edges of pain, until you no longer know where you end and the sorrow begins.
Memories are cruel architects, building monuments of what was,
while leaving us stranded in the ruins of what is.
And yet, the heaviest weight I carry is not the past itself,
but the ghosts of what could have been.
Imagination turns memory into a haunting~ a merciless artist painting worlds that never came to life,
sketching what never stayed, dreams that never bloomed, paths never walked,
but always felt as if they had been yours.
These imagined memories dont fade like real
ones.
They linger, hovering just beyond reach, mocking with their perfection,
reminding me that the most painful things arent what we lose,
but what we were never meant to have.
To break is to understand the fragility of being.
We build ourselves around people, ideas, dreams— only to watch them dissolve like mist in the morning.
Perhaps heartbreak is a lesson in Impermanence, a reminder that everything we cling to is borrowed.
What does it mean to be alive, when the world keeps spinning, and I remain still— stuck between longing and forgetting?
I ask the sky for answers,
but it only offers the vastness of my own emptiness.
The strange emptiness in falling apart, in seeing yourself in fragments, scattered like constellations,
across the vast, dark sky of your being.
Maybe, in breaking,
we come closer to understanding who we truly are.
the slow erosion of self-
Humans are strange.
We crave closeness more than anything, and yet we spend our lives learning how to live without it.
Maybe one day,
we will surrender to love
the way we surrender to the tides of life-without fear, without hesitation.
But for now,
we carry our ghosts, our longing, our endless questions,
learning to walk with the weight of what was never ours, and the flow
of all that remains.
In the end, only love can save me.
Because love, and only love, makes us whole.
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