Tag: moodyaesthetic

  • And some things stay–quiet, but certain.

  • Some things don’t ask to be spoken–just understood.

  • REVIVAL

    Regrowth is not gentle.
    I died at midnight—

    A slow bleed,
    crying spells,
    fractures beneath the surface.

    Learning to grow
    in the soil of last year’s failures—
    they are lessons,
    not a death sentence.

    I shed the stories that kept me small,
    shut the doors that fed the dark.
    I make peace with sunlight,
    and the quiet pull of moonlit nights.

    I embrace the changes—

    soft,
    loud,
    necessary.

    I hold the tender moments.

    I love—despite the madness.

    Revival.

  • 4AM

    4am
    While the world sleeps,
    I am lost
    between agony and hope

    Hot tears,
    cold dreams,
    the ghost in the mirror is me.
    The weight of unmoved mountains
    hangs heavy in my soul.

    Thunderstorm afternoons,
    another day of pretending.

    The voices cannot hold my hand,
    they only suffocate me.