Some days I convince myself I’ve moved on. That I’m healing. And in some ways, I am. But then there are nights when it all comes rushing back—the ache, the silence, the empty space where you used to be. And I realize I’m still reaching out in the dark, hoping to find you there.
Everlost is a place I’ve built from the pieces I couldn’t carry anymore.It comes from the feeling that some of us were never meant to be found. Not in the world, not in love, not even in memory. Not lost in the way that invites search parties—but lost in the way that says: “I was... Continue Reading →
I ruined cooking—the sizzle of garlic in oil stabs like a memory.You'd peek in, sweetly grinning,telling me, "That smells awesome, Love."Now the kitchen echoeswith pots too quiet,a silence that burns worse than the flame.I ruined laundry—each tumble of shirts a cruel cycle,your scent once clinging like a vownow clings like a ghost.We dreamed aloud by... Continue Reading →
I have been going through a lot these past few months. I have been preoccupied with a lot of negative thoughts and emotions: unlikely self-doubt, stubborn regrets, recurring insecurities, iniquitous indecision, uncertainty of my own future, and the likes. I haven’t been myself, and I have decided, against my own good reason, not to bother... Continue Reading →
Everlost 