Hearts bloom like roses in February’s chill,
Your whispers, a warmth no winter can still.
In every sunrise, your name softly glows—
Our hands weave a rhythm only love knows.
A dance of two souls where the stars align,
No clock’s tick can bound this rhythm divine.
With you, every heartbeat writes a new rhyme—
Forever my Valentine, beyond space, beyond time.
About the Creator
Daniel K. Lagat
An African weaver of worlds, a scribe of the soul’s whispers, a dreamer who dances with ink and metaphors—crafting stories that breathe, poems that bleed, and truths that rise like smoke from the fire of restless creation.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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