You see the self is a strange thing — shapeless, formless. When unobserved, I am neither this nor that. Just a possibility. Just movement.
By ER8 months ago in Writers
When you love someone deeply, they don’t just become part of your life — they become part of your self-image. So when they’re gone, you don’t just lose them.
By ER8 months ago in Poets
Sometimes I say your name in this empty room just enough to make the air inside remember it Your name just happens And it feels like I have whispered the whole meaning of my existence into the silence
By ER9 months ago in Poets
The fan turns the light moves and I close my eyes to leave the room behind In that silence I find a home far from here— mountains rivers a sky that feels just right
By ER11 months ago in Poets
I'm running in a field of flowers, Towards the door that leads me, To somewhere where love holds meaning. In that place, peace belongs to all,
By ERabout a year ago in Poets
