Tenshi

Tenshi

The stars do not ask for permission to shine — neither should you 💛

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Homesick

As I grew older,

I told myself,

that I would leave this town-turned-city,

and live elsewhere.


The beat-up roads,

the sudden traffic,

restaurant’s early closures,

I couldn’t take it anymore.


It was like,

every little thing,

every detail of this place,

was… repetitive.


I knew every corner of the city like a favorite song.

So when I was old enough,


I moved away.


I started a new life somewhere el...

Unfazed

The haze began rolling in,

like a ripple across motionless water—

yet,


I’m not going back inside.


I suddenly feel, addled—

I want to move, but,

I just, can’t.


It’s weird, huh.


I’m within the haze,

caught in a daze,


but it doesn’t faze me....

Masked Emotions

After a long day,

I open up my bedroom door,

close it,

and lock it.


I tamper with my face a bit,

loosen a few strands,

peel off some layers of cloth,


and take it off.


I open my closet door,

and hang it on an open hook,

with the other ones.


It’s a mask.

They’re all masks.

Masks of my “emotions.”


The ones I can’t express.


When I wake up the next day,

I grab it—

number twenty-six,

the smiling m...

Late-Night Heartbreak

“I’m breaking up with you. We’re done.”


I stand in place,

as she closed her front door.

My face frozen,

like my ears hadn’t yet sent to my brain,

the words I had heard.


I walk back to my car,

and shut the door.

The information remains unprocessed,

so I started the car, and left.


I took in the sights around me,

though there wasn’t much to look at,

only the passing streetlights,

the occasional ra...

Somewhere

In the vast expanse of the universe,

possibly beyond it,

lies a beautiful person—


floating in infinite.


They’re, home,

there is no other way to put it,

I may be feeling melancholic,


but they’re home.


Are you doing okay?

Do you still play the piano?

Are you at peace?


I hope you are.


I know you’re out there.


Somewhere…


—————— ll ——————


I heard you.


It came soft,

like memories drifting ...

Breathe

It begins with a small choice,

then a second thought,


then ten more.


The mind folds in on itself,

chasing versions of a past,

that cannot be changed.


Sleep thins.

Joy fades.

And you forget,


how to trust your own silence.


But even decay makes room for light.

So you pause—

and in that pause,


you breathe....

Nostalgia

Tall grass sways where the tracks once thrummed,


now only the wind remembers the trains.


I used to chase shadows here,

feet light as a feather,

heart louder than my breath.


The rails are rusted,

but I still know where they lead—

past the orchard and the broken fence,


the place where I first understood silence.


Above it all, the moon rises—

just like it did back then,

quiet, constant,


watchin...

Drained Away

We sent paper boats into storm drains,

not knowing our childhoods,


would wash away with them.


The scent of lemons on fingers—

in sunlit kitchens—

lingered longer than pinky promises.


You cried when one boat sank.

But I laughed,

not yet knowing,

how change,


begins with small endings.


Now the lemons are just sour,


and the boats don’t sail....

A Butterfly’s Wish

They all flutter among the flowers,

Sun shining on their fragile wings,

Yet—


There’s one that doesn’t follow its friends.


It stays trapped in a cage,

Wishing to be free like the others,

Longing to dance freely—

To bask in the sun’s warm rays.


It slowly floats forward,

Fearful of passing the cage’s bars,

But as it inches closer, eyes closed—


It suddenly feels warm.


It opens its eyes,

And was w...

Teacups

I place them like always,

Yours on the left, mine on the right,

A small symmetry we never planned,

But somehow honored.


Each morning, I fill the kettle,

And let the steam rise slow.

Jasmine for you—

Hibiscus for me.


They sit between us,

Those two teacups—

Quiet as prayers,


Warm only for one.


And though your hands haven’t reached for yours in seasons,

I keep pouring,

Because letting it go,


Fee...