What if? (2025)

Love leaves.I stay,dressed in its bones,bleeding for the echo,waiting for the next arrow.
I am both the hunted and the hunter, lost in the forest of my mind.
The past whispers, but the future roars – maybe this year, I’ll listen.
In this void where nothing else exists, I cling to you, but your stillness is as vast as the emptiness surrounding us.Rose petals fall slowly from the darkness above, each one a fragile reminder of the moments I failed to…
In the fading haze of memory, a figure walks away, dissolving into smoke,yet their presence remains, a shadow stretched across the canvas of my life.Once bound in closeness, we are now distant, yet intertwined still.From the ashes of what was,…