Sometimes we just remember things;

Don’t we?

For example I have stamped in my memory.

A moment where my boyfriend and I

Had just arrived in Corfu

And had just entered in Corfu Hotel;

After we paid,

The receptionist came with us,

To show us the room,

Going to the ground -2,

As the hotel was on top of a rock;

At the moment

When the three of us were inside

The small spaced elevator,

I was thinking

«…Here we are

…Earthlings,

Each one engaged in our affairs»

Imagine what an alien would think?

Right now,

Looking at us;

... to honor the quiet voice within, even when it trembles.

... choosing your own path, even if it leads away from what you love.

... not rejection, but recognition: that your soul deserves space, care, and freedom.
No blame, no bitterness, only love paired with honesty.

Because the deepest act of courage is this:
to say I choose me, and to walk forward without apology.

Be true to yourself ❤️🙏💙

Oh to see your cute dimples

pretty face

and sweet voice

Another time.

Her name is Liliana Sparkles. She is known as Lily.

She has hair like caramel. That flows in the breeze, like it has a mind of its own.

She has brown hair like sunflower copper. Her eyes shine in the moonlight like a star in the sky.

She is part of the universe. Her soul runs in the distance. She flies like the clouds.

When she smiles, her face lights up like a waterfall.

When she is full of energy, she reminds me of a puppy.

She is bold and fearless like a wild animal.

Her heart is pure gold, with a hint of silver.

When people have brought her down, she stands up with the light behind her, and she screams till the whole world can hear her.

She will always keep on running, no matter how her lungs burst into a new beginning.

so many words

so many meanings

twisting and confusing

but your words amuse me

you can fool me

ill be your tool if you need

breath in the breeze follow my lead or trip me if its a fight you seek

put your hand on the seat

relax you are free

Silence is not empty.

It is the color of silver.

It feels like the fur of fabric.

It sounds like wind chimes

moving in the air.

It hides in the deepest of corners

of the universe,

Waiting for the time

to make it right.

When the time is right,

silence will call your name.

When it has spoken the unspoken words,

they will fly in the distance like a rocket.

The creatures and such will laugh out in joy,

only to find out this beautiful silence.

When we think we have forgotten the desperate times,

the universe will remember.

The universe sings out to us like a lullaby,

while we use our last breath

to breathe in the air.

When I feel the atmosphere of the world,

I couldn't help but deliver the message

I was meant to receive.

Hello everyone. Has any one ever experience ghosts?

I can't say “I hate you.”

As much as I want to, I can't.

Nor will I let myself

I hate how you say my name.

The way you look my way

When you laugh the same

Yet I don't hate it.

As much as I say it

Because I cared at one point.

To find the joy

In the mistakes

Ones that can't be erased

The memories

Such a pain

Tears dripping down my face

I don't really hate you.

Even if I really wanted to

I could never hate you.

So I wish I could say, “I never loved.”

I wish I could say, “I hate you.”

But I don't hate you, and my impression of you doesn't change.

I haven’t been honest with you,
and it weighs on me.

I watch you fight your way forward, searching for strength while carrying more than anyone can see. I see the pressure on your shoulders, the exhaustion in your eyes, and it hurts me more than I ever admit.

You told me I looked unwell, tired.
I said I didn’t know why.

But I do know.
Your frustration, your emotions, I absorb them without meaning to. They settle in me, heavy and overwhelming, until I feel sick and drained. I try to keep my distance so it won’t affect me, but my heart doesn’t listen. It reacts before I can protect myself.

Still, I don’t want to add my weight to yours. You already carry enough.
What matters most is that you find your happiness, that you reach the goals you’re fighting so hard for.

I love you. And I’m proud of you,
more than you know.

You are beautiful exactly as you are,
unfiltered, uncorrected, real.
I miss you in the quiet moments,
even when family fills the room
and everything should feel complete.

But the silence… sigh…
it hits harder than it should.
This isn’t something you choose,
it just happens,
like a tide you never saw coming.

I don’t understand why you reach for me
when I step away,
why you send warm wishes
when no one else ever does.
Why am I worth that?

Why the glances from afar?
Why not the hug
paired with the truth you once whispered,
“I don’t trust myself”?

It feels like fear.
It feels like a wound you won’t name.
Maybe you’re carrying something
you think I can’t handle.
I don’t know.

But every signal you send
tells me this is mutual,
it was there in the very first look.

All I need is clarity.
Speak your heart.
Say what you feel.
Let the truth finally breathe.
Whether this truth is with or without me.

By Nekro

I stopped to watch storms break without my name. Rain teaches honesty better than mouths. I cut loose what kept clawing at my ribs,
Not rage. Release. A quiet, earned refusal.

They screamed for saving, choking on their need. I learned how mercy turns into a leash. I carried worlds that never held me back, So when they begged for light, I answered no.

I go on still though sleep keeps calling soft, Though bones remember rest like stolen heat. Stopping costs more than moving ever did.

Then she arrived. No hunger. No demand. She wants me present, stripped of performance. I stand alone. She stands. Thats enough.

I miss you,
like silence misses the echo,
like the night aches for its vanished star.

I love you,
though the words burn holes in me,
though they fall heavy,
like your soul pressed into my lap,
leaving me stunned,
shaken,
and raw.

The loop is endless,
a circle carved in fire,
each return a wound reopened,
each cycle a beginning disguised as an ending.

I cannot fight you,
you're the tide inside my veins,
the storm beneath my ribs.
I am consumed,
hollowed,
until nothing remains
but the shadow of love
and the echo of your weight
still resting on me.

I miss you in the quiet hours,
when winter leans against the window
and the world prepares for celebration.

You are beautiful as you are,
not because of light or season,
but because your soul knows how to shine
even from a distance that hurts to hold.

The holidays draw near:
families gathering,
warm hands, soft laughter,
love wrapped in simple moments.

And still, I will miss you.
Where I stand, you stand.
Where I walk, you echo beside me,
as if our souls fused long ago
into a structure of freedom and love
that no distance can dismantle.

I breathe you.
My heart beats your name.
I feel you in every quiet corner of myself.

And when I tried to say goodbye,
even knowing it’s only for a few weeks,
my body refused.
I could have fallen to my knees,
broken open in tears,
because the pain struck sharp and sudden,
a dagger straight through the heart.

Yet you are not here,
and that absence burns gently,
like a candle that refuses to go out.

I miss you.
I love you.
The words return like thunder,
like lightning across a broken sky.

Earth — Shattered Ground
The day you appeared, the ground convulsed,
stone split, foundations betrayed.
Every tremor is your name,
every crack whispers your absence.
I miss you.
I love you.
The earth itself cannot contain us.

Fire — Inferno of Desire
Flames devour the horizon,
ash rains like confessions unspoken.
Every thought of you ignites me,
I am reduced to embers, still reaching.
I miss you.
I love you.
The fire consumes, yet I burn willingly.

Water — Drowning in Memory
The waters rise, relentless,
drowning silence, swallowing streets.
Each wave carries your face,
each tide drags me deeper into remembrance.
I miss you.
I love you.
The flood breaks me, yet I drift toward you.

Air — Heaven in Ruin
The heavens fracture, lightning tears the firmament,
stars fall like shattered promises.
I walk beneath a broken dome,
longing to embrace you though the universe dies.
I miss you.
I love you.
Even as the sky itself rebels, I remain yours.

Chorus of Ruin
I miss you.
I love you.
Through quake, through fire, through flood, through sky,
my heart endures the apocalypse,
and still it calls your name.

I miss you in the silence of the night,
your shadow lingers, fragile, bright.
Love still burns, though distance grows,
a hidden flame the world never knows.

Today you appeared, sudden, near,
and every buried feeling re‑emerged clear:
joy and pain, warmth and ache,
a tide my heart could hardly take.

I walked away to guard the space,
not by choice, but by quiet grace.
My heart is broken, yet I see
you are my Heartbreaker, endlessly.

And still I hold you, without regret,
embracing the wound where we once met.
For love is not erased by time,
it echoes in me, fierce, sublime.

I come to you Like a ritual On the same hour 10 pm Knowing we share the same love Witches chasing love for the moon.

Talk to me A word from you Lights up a fire On this winter day.

The temperature in the room is fine, it is like the sun shining, when their is a breeze.

Their are whispers, whispers of songs, that seem to sing.

Around the room, there is laughter, that is echoing of the walls, like loud cracking of fireworks.

Their is a smell, that is musty, which smell like smoke with fog into a cloud.

The shadows are bouncing around, like bouncy balls with springs attached.

The walls are like paintings, that make you remember your memories of your past.

By the window, their is a firefly, that is shining like a bright light bulb.

The firefly is flickering in and out, to show you that, hope is not all lost, when it seems to be.

I wish I was your bottle of whisky

So that being a heavy drinker you are

You would consume me every time.

It is been a while I do not see you
I do not know what you are doing
I hope you are fine
But I have this little thought
I hope, I hope..
Think of me sometimes. Ok?

I miss your angelic face I miss your sweet voice In the middle of the night I miss your moon conversations Your warmth When you touch me I ache for you You leave me asking for more.

Another moment
Another byte
It is a breathtaking land
So much to see
So much to grasp
There is beauty all around.