January 17th. You would have been thirty-five today. I woke up knowing. My body remembered before my mind caught up. There’s a weight to this day that’s different from all the others. Not heavier, exactly. Just different. Like the air itself knows what today means. I’ve been thinking about what birthdays mean when someone is gone. Is it still your day if you’re not here to...
The silence is louder than I ever imagined. It fills every corner of the rooms we once shared, every space where your voice used to echo. I thought I knew what quiet meant, but this—this is different. This is the absence of everything. In the morning, I wake to it first. Before my eyes open, before consciousness fully returns, there’s that split second where I forget. Where the world is...
You chose to love meuntil the very last flicker of your light—and now I vow, with all that remains in me,to love you just as endlessly. In the hush between dusk and dawn,you’ve become my quiet companion—my solace among stars, my echo in silence.Thank you for walking beside methrough the delicate corridors of dreams,night after night,where time forgets itselfand memories breathe again. Because in...
Four years have passed, Yet the hole remain
A question mark carved deep inside— A wound that time refuses to close.
Wish I could’ve said goodbye.
The cruelest farewell is the one left unspoken— No chance, no words, nothing.
Just silence. Just absence. Just the weight of everything unsaid.