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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ kanau —— writer. ✩ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 1998. strictly ic. mdni. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ cldsiner.carrd.co ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

look at us now. the world buried us beneath its endless grief, haunted our nights with ghosts too heavy to name. i thought love would hold us above the ruin but the wind tore you away and left me wandering the ashes of what we were.

good morning/afternoon/evening to everyone.. today is the start of a new chapter. i don’t remember the last time i felt like i really wanted to come here and be social but i think all i needed was a big change. please don’t forget to stay hydrated and eat healthy, promise me?

love feels like exposure i fear but i keep desiring it.

i’ve spent so long alone that letting anyone in feels foreign like trying to remember a life I never had. i didn’t choose these walls, they built themselves while i drifted away from everyone and now opening up feels like breaking a habit i’ve lived with too long.

some days i love you but can’t reply. some nights i miss you but vanish instead. i’m not cold just storming. words slip through cracks in my brain like rain in broken roofs. i’m tired, scattered, floating in static. please know it’s not you. it’s the noise inside me.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ kanau —— writer. ✩ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 1998. strictly ic. mdni. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ cldsiner.carrd.co ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

sometimes the night feels heavier than the day. not because of the darkness but of the silence. when the noise fades, thoughts speak louder. sometimes all you need is a voice, a song soft enough to hush the ache.

your body is a canvas life painted with the hands of someone. every scar, every mark a verse in the poem of you. beauty not in perfection, but in the story. it’s all that you hide, all that you hate, that i wait to trace with my lips. even your silence feels divine.

hold on, you’re doing so well. the storm isn’t forever, nothing is. pain fades and joy will return. just be patient because healing isn’t a race and you’re not late, you’re just growing. don’t punish yourself for needing time, sunlight always finds its way back.

after a long day, the sun melts into the, ocean and suddenly, everything slows. the waves cradle your tired bones, the cries of seagulls echo like lullabies. some endings are soft, like gold on water. the beach knows how to hold your weariness.

// tomorrow i start a new full-time job after 2 years without working so i don’t know how present i’ll be here from now on but i miss you all so much already even if i’ve been really distant lately. wish me luck!

there’s a softness in 2am voices, like the night wrings the truth from us gently. in those late night calls, it’s not just the words, but the hush between them. a kind of quiet where hearts speak low, and even silence feels like someone reaching back.

there’s something about rooftops with you. the city full of lights, wind in our hair, your fingers laced with mine. you talk about stars like they’re close enough to touch but i’m only listening to the sound of your voice. up here it feels like we’re the only ones alive.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ lost in a quiet forest. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ finding pieces of myself in the silence. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ poetic light, soft moments.

stop chasing answers for why someone treated you the way they did. sometimes there’s no closure, just acceptance. understanding won’t undo the hurt and that last message won’t heal you. let go, even if it takes time. peace begins where explanation ends.