A poetic mess in pink. 24 years of feeling too much.
A diary of hope, heartbreak, and glitter dust.
I wish my ways of showing love could be cherished and embraced like I see it happening with everyone else.
Whats wrong with me? I feel so down and lonely, trying to do a gesture of love to someone I care about just to see them rejecting. Guess they dont have the obligation to accept.Publicado em 03 de julho de 2025
I tried to fill the emptiness in my heart in many ways
wild and serene,
but the hole inside me is bigger than any worldly distraction.
I have died many times in this life,
and the next day,
my heart kept beating,
but the soul,
the breath that gives meaning, I could never find,
or even touch,
making me a beating heart,
a body that tears itself apart with every little touch,
but with an empty chest.
Maybe in this life I came only to search incessantly for the meaning of the soul.
And every time I think I have found it,
my body tears itself apart again.
Publicado em 24 de junho de 2025