Before you, I was a languagewith no alphabet—just sounds against teeth,vague as wind against glass. But you arrivedlike a season that refuses to leave,and suddenly I had vocabulary:the precise geometry of your collarbone,the longitude of your spine,the way your laughtersplits the air like lightthrough a prism I didn't knowwas hanging there. I have memorized younot …
The crescent moon cradles a hidden glow,A secret flame the night won’t speak,Your love moves soft in silver flow,A quiet vow the stars still keep. A secret flame the night won’t speak,It hums between the dusk and dawn,A quiet vow the stars still keep,Like something lost—but never gone. It hums between the dusk and dawn,Your …
I Am a Hopeless RomanticA Reflection of my HeartThere are days when my journey feels like walking a vast, unforgiving road, where loss rises around me like a storm and my emotions spin wild and fierce, as if caught inside a tornado I cannot escape. Everything feels scattered, uncertain, and overwhelming. Yet somehow, step by …
A Reflection of my Heart There are days when my journey feels like walking a vast, unforgiving road, where loss rises around me like a storm and my emotions spin wild and fierce, as if caught inside a tornado I cannot escape. Everything feels scattered, uncertain, and overwhelming. Yet somehow, step by step, I keep …
Where the Heart Learns to StayWhere the Heart Learns to Stay
I met you in the quiet between heartbeats, where the world forgets its noise and two souls remember how to listen. You arrived not like thunder, but like warmth finding cold hands— sudden, necessary, undeniable. Since then, ordinary things betray me. Sunlight through curtains feels like your laughter. Rain tapping glass sounds like your name. …
Eve of HeartsOn this whispered eve, where shadows softly play,Before the world awakens to red and rose,I pen these words for you, my guiding ray,To weave our story through the quiet throes.Your smile, a dawn that breaks the winter’s hold,Ignites the embers of a love so true—In every glance, my wandering heart is toldThat you …
On this whispered eve, where shadows softly play,Before the world awakens to red and rose,I pen these words for you, my guiding ray,To weave our story through the quiet throes.Your smile, a dawn that breaks the winter's hold,Ignites the embers of a love so true—In every glance, my wandering heart is toldThat you are the …
Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 35The sanctum did not linger in silence long.Once the last echoes of the failed ambush faded, movement replaced stillness. Purpose flowed through the room like a tide turning—quiet, inevitable, unstoppable.Bianca stood before the city-heart projection, studying the three glowing locations. Each pulsed differently: one sharp and volatile, one …
The sanctum did not linger in silence long. Once the last echoes of the failed ambush faded, movement replaced stillness. Purpose flowed through the room like a tide turning—quiet, inevitable, unstoppable. Bianca stood before the city-heart projection, studying the three glowing locations. Each pulsed differently: one sharp and volatile, one cold and patient, and one… …