acorbo
@motphysics.bsky.social
There are only two things to be done; that which is necessary and the impossible.
I make music
I make music
This is amazing
last week i remembered that macOS lets you set your own icons and that *I* have the power to delegitimize the professionalism of the software that runs on my machine, so here's a thread of the 16 new icons i've made so far
i really forgot how fun it was to just sit down and make art for myself :')
i really forgot how fun it was to just sit down and make art for myself :')
November 29, 2025 at 5:31 AM
This is amazing
Extricate yourself from
Previous modalities of thinking
Take it with the swill
And the bliss
Simple times call for
Different thinking
We are all
Creatures on a rock
Hurtling through space
One human race
Do with that
What you will
Music frees
What the heart sees
But the mind does not
Thought
#poetry
Previous modalities of thinking
Take it with the swill
And the bliss
Simple times call for
Different thinking
We are all
Creatures on a rock
Hurtling through space
One human race
Do with that
What you will
Music frees
What the heart sees
But the mind does not
Thought
#poetry
November 29, 2025 at 5:30 AM
Extricate yourself from
Previous modalities of thinking
Take it with the swill
And the bliss
Simple times call for
Different thinking
We are all
Creatures on a rock
Hurtling through space
One human race
Do with that
What you will
Music frees
What the heart sees
But the mind does not
Thought
#poetry
Previous modalities of thinking
Take it with the swill
And the bliss
Simple times call for
Different thinking
We are all
Creatures on a rock
Hurtling through space
One human race
Do with that
What you will
Music frees
What the heart sees
But the mind does not
Thought
#poetry
Welcomed in open arms
And screaming terror
My mind is an open chasm
Painfully echoing off itself
Wasting time in increasingly
Torturous ways
So cold the skin
That sleeps alone tonight
If only the medicine was real
Some balm for the misery
Haunted by shadows
Of past memory
Love flickers
Away
#poetry
And screaming terror
My mind is an open chasm
Painfully echoing off itself
Wasting time in increasingly
Torturous ways
So cold the skin
That sleeps alone tonight
If only the medicine was real
Some balm for the misery
Haunted by shadows
Of past memory
Love flickers
Away
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 11:41 AM
Welcomed in open arms
And screaming terror
My mind is an open chasm
Painfully echoing off itself
Wasting time in increasingly
Torturous ways
So cold the skin
That sleeps alone tonight
If only the medicine was real
Some balm for the misery
Haunted by shadows
Of past memory
Love flickers
Away
#poetry
And screaming terror
My mind is an open chasm
Painfully echoing off itself
Wasting time in increasingly
Torturous ways
So cold the skin
That sleeps alone tonight
If only the medicine was real
Some balm for the misery
Haunted by shadows
Of past memory
Love flickers
Away
#poetry
Dam
Twitter accounts are based in Russia. BlueSky accounts are based in homes with, frankly, too many books, plants, obsolete cables, and pieces of rustic pottery, that could do with a bit of a tidying up, to be honest.
November 24, 2025 at 8:53 AM
Dam
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November 24, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Meta halted internal research that purportedly showed (young) people who stopped using Facebook became less depressed and anxious, according to an unredacted legal filing released on Friday. www.cnbc.com/2025/11/23/m...
How does it make you feel
When
Your memories shake
At the drop of
A trauma trigger
childhood ends
The moment when you realize
How irreparably
Fucked up you are
Forever
Living a broken life
Is harder when
It wasnt planned
All the trajectories
You could have taken
The loves
You could have had
#poetry
When
Your memories shake
At the drop of
A trauma trigger
childhood ends
The moment when you realize
How irreparably
Fucked up you are
Forever
Living a broken life
Is harder when
It wasnt planned
All the trajectories
You could have taken
The loves
You could have had
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 8:50 AM
How does it make you feel
When
Your memories shake
At the drop of
A trauma trigger
childhood ends
The moment when you realize
How irreparably
Fucked up you are
Forever
Living a broken life
Is harder when
It wasnt planned
All the trajectories
You could have taken
The loves
You could have had
#poetry
When
Your memories shake
At the drop of
A trauma trigger
childhood ends
The moment when you realize
How irreparably
Fucked up you are
Forever
Living a broken life
Is harder when
It wasnt planned
All the trajectories
You could have taken
The loves
You could have had
#poetry
Sentences run on like
Waterfalls in your backyard
So much space
To fill the void
Between words
If silence is
The loudest note
You can play
Then what is the quietest?
Impress
The waters of your heart
That tender expression
Saved for lovers
for now
There’s a
last
Love song
Looping in your head
#poetry
Waterfalls in your backyard
So much space
To fill the void
Between words
If silence is
The loudest note
You can play
Then what is the quietest?
Impress
The waters of your heart
That tender expression
Saved for lovers
for now
There’s a
last
Love song
Looping in your head
#poetry
November 20, 2025 at 10:29 AM
Sentences run on like
Waterfalls in your backyard
So much space
To fill the void
Between words
If silence is
The loudest note
You can play
Then what is the quietest?
Impress
The waters of your heart
That tender expression
Saved for lovers
for now
There’s a
last
Love song
Looping in your head
#poetry
Waterfalls in your backyard
So much space
To fill the void
Between words
If silence is
The loudest note
You can play
Then what is the quietest?
Impress
The waters of your heart
That tender expression
Saved for lovers
for now
There’s a
last
Love song
Looping in your head
#poetry
In a glimpse
She stares back
Through the mirror
A flicker
A moment
Do you
Love the girl
Looking back at you?
Can you love yourself?
Feeling
Just for a second
Like
You could
Maybe
Despite all the
Horrors
And
Negative self image
You can
Call yourself
Beautiful
Crying
For a painful longing
Gone
#poetry
She stares back
Through the mirror
A flicker
A moment
Do you
Love the girl
Looking back at you?
Can you love yourself?
Feeling
Just for a second
Like
You could
Maybe
Despite all the
Horrors
And
Negative self image
You can
Call yourself
Beautiful
Crying
For a painful longing
Gone
#poetry
November 18, 2025 at 11:13 AM
In a glimpse
She stares back
Through the mirror
A flicker
A moment
Do you
Love the girl
Looking back at you?
Can you love yourself?
Feeling
Just for a second
Like
You could
Maybe
Despite all the
Horrors
And
Negative self image
You can
Call yourself
Beautiful
Crying
For a painful longing
Gone
#poetry
She stares back
Through the mirror
A flicker
A moment
Do you
Love the girl
Looking back at you?
Can you love yourself?
Feeling
Just for a second
Like
You could
Maybe
Despite all the
Horrors
And
Negative self image
You can
Call yourself
Beautiful
Crying
For a painful longing
Gone
#poetry
Knocking on the willow tree
Of the world
Licking the tops of
Old honey jars
Tasting the simple pleasures of
Lying on the grass and
Staring up at the night sky
Soft porous skin against mine
Wondering where
The world will take us
This transitory moment
Is now a memory
Of wind
And a willow tree
#poetry
Of the world
Licking the tops of
Old honey jars
Tasting the simple pleasures of
Lying on the grass and
Staring up at the night sky
Soft porous skin against mine
Wondering where
The world will take us
This transitory moment
Is now a memory
Of wind
And a willow tree
#poetry
November 17, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Knocking on the willow tree
Of the world
Licking the tops of
Old honey jars
Tasting the simple pleasures of
Lying on the grass and
Staring up at the night sky
Soft porous skin against mine
Wondering where
The world will take us
This transitory moment
Is now a memory
Of wind
And a willow tree
#poetry
Of the world
Licking the tops of
Old honey jars
Tasting the simple pleasures of
Lying on the grass and
Staring up at the night sky
Soft porous skin against mine
Wondering where
The world will take us
This transitory moment
Is now a memory
Of wind
And a willow tree
#poetry
i can't believe i actually stuck with this and the year is almost over. I've written over 300 poems this year what the fuck most of them suck
For 2025 I have a resolution to write a poem everyday. Some I’ll post here. Here is the first short one:
Time changes language
In all the dust we write
The labels change but the heart
Remains hidden
slowly altering
But never fully fading
#poetry #poetrychallenge
Time changes language
In all the dust we write
The labels change but the heart
Remains hidden
slowly altering
But never fully fading
#poetry #poetrychallenge
November 16, 2025 at 11:32 AM
i can't believe i actually stuck with this and the year is almost over. I've written over 300 poems this year what the fuck most of them suck
Reposted by acorbo
Drone Hacking and
Noise music
Math is cheaper than drugs
time to OD on a
fibonacci spiral
made using
Pseudo-coordinated motherfuckery
weird shit is weird for a reason
because it doesnt fit into
existing frames of reference
Graffiti divination
VARIOUS ESOTERIKA
follow the gnarl
to þing
#poetry
Noise music
Math is cheaper than drugs
time to OD on a
fibonacci spiral
made using
Pseudo-coordinated motherfuckery
weird shit is weird for a reason
because it doesnt fit into
existing frames of reference
Graffiti divination
VARIOUS ESOTERIKA
follow the gnarl
to þing
#poetry
June 11, 2025 at 4:00 AM
Drone Hacking and
Noise music
Math is cheaper than drugs
time to OD on a
fibonacci spiral
made using
Pseudo-coordinated motherfuckery
weird shit is weird for a reason
because it doesnt fit into
existing frames of reference
Graffiti divination
VARIOUS ESOTERIKA
follow the gnarl
to þing
#poetry
Noise music
Math is cheaper than drugs
time to OD on a
fibonacci spiral
made using
Pseudo-coordinated motherfuckery
weird shit is weird for a reason
because it doesnt fit into
existing frames of reference
Graffiti divination
VARIOUS ESOTERIKA
follow the gnarl
to þing
#poetry
The day i
saw a rainbow
i thought
what am i doing with my life
do i belong here
perhaps the rainbow was
a answer
in a way
it felt
like this or
perhaps it wasnt an answer but
a reminder
of the worlds
beauty
in the everyday
the profound that exists in the
mundane
or
maybe it was
just
a rainbow
#poetry
saw a rainbow
i thought
what am i doing with my life
do i belong here
perhaps the rainbow was
a answer
in a way
it felt
like this or
perhaps it wasnt an answer but
a reminder
of the worlds
beauty
in the everyday
the profound that exists in the
mundane
or
maybe it was
just
a rainbow
#poetry
November 16, 2025 at 11:22 AM
The day i
saw a rainbow
i thought
what am i doing with my life
do i belong here
perhaps the rainbow was
a answer
in a way
it felt
like this or
perhaps it wasnt an answer but
a reminder
of the worlds
beauty
in the everyday
the profound that exists in the
mundane
or
maybe it was
just
a rainbow
#poetry
saw a rainbow
i thought
what am i doing with my life
do i belong here
perhaps the rainbow was
a answer
in a way
it felt
like this or
perhaps it wasnt an answer but
a reminder
of the worlds
beauty
in the everyday
the profound that exists in the
mundane
or
maybe it was
just
a rainbow
#poetry
raindrops smell of
loneliness and
isolation
drinking alone is a
quiet suicide
slowly then
all at once
the thoughts tumble out
the dark maw of
depressive episodes
stares
we try to grip
hard to life
but
theres no one there
and nothing
to live for
psychological pain
so much
even grief
is numb
#poetry
loneliness and
isolation
drinking alone is a
quiet suicide
slowly then
all at once
the thoughts tumble out
the dark maw of
depressive episodes
stares
we try to grip
hard to life
but
theres no one there
and nothing
to live for
psychological pain
so much
even grief
is numb
#poetry
November 16, 2025 at 11:08 AM
raindrops smell of
loneliness and
isolation
drinking alone is a
quiet suicide
slowly then
all at once
the thoughts tumble out
the dark maw of
depressive episodes
stares
we try to grip
hard to life
but
theres no one there
and nothing
to live for
psychological pain
so much
even grief
is numb
#poetry
loneliness and
isolation
drinking alone is a
quiet suicide
slowly then
all at once
the thoughts tumble out
the dark maw of
depressive episodes
stares
we try to grip
hard to life
but
theres no one there
and nothing
to live for
psychological pain
so much
even grief
is numb
#poetry
It goes to the lock
Drop the clock
To the time we rock
Test tube tennis tricking
Noided wrench babies hammer sound
Coming down the stairway around
Try to keep up the clout
Tearing ripping shredding slipping
Test me by the mortuary
We keep the devil in check
Bodies go and hit the deck
A wreck
#poetry
Drop the clock
To the time we rock
Test tube tennis tricking
Noided wrench babies hammer sound
Coming down the stairway around
Try to keep up the clout
Tearing ripping shredding slipping
Test me by the mortuary
We keep the devil in check
Bodies go and hit the deck
A wreck
#poetry
November 14, 2025 at 11:39 AM
It goes to the lock
Drop the clock
To the time we rock
Test tube tennis tricking
Noided wrench babies hammer sound
Coming down the stairway around
Try to keep up the clout
Tearing ripping shredding slipping
Test me by the mortuary
We keep the devil in check
Bodies go and hit the deck
A wreck
#poetry
Drop the clock
To the time we rock
Test tube tennis tricking
Noided wrench babies hammer sound
Coming down the stairway around
Try to keep up the clout
Tearing ripping shredding slipping
Test me by the mortuary
We keep the devil in check
Bodies go and hit the deck
A wreck
#poetry
Hear
Of sand in glass
Once before
Time again
What pitch
Does a second make
The frequency of
Life passing
Stop and listen
To the sound of us
Slowly dying
The clock
Wont lock
It keeps spinning
Round the abyss we careen
The song of time
Sings to us
We listen to
But a
Flicker of
A eternal song
#poetry
Of sand in glass
Once before
Time again
What pitch
Does a second make
The frequency of
Life passing
Stop and listen
To the sound of us
Slowly dying
The clock
Wont lock
It keeps spinning
Round the abyss we careen
The song of time
Sings to us
We listen to
But a
Flicker of
A eternal song
#poetry
November 13, 2025 at 10:31 AM
Hear
Of sand in glass
Once before
Time again
What pitch
Does a second make
The frequency of
Life passing
Stop and listen
To the sound of us
Slowly dying
The clock
Wont lock
It keeps spinning
Round the abyss we careen
The song of time
Sings to us
We listen to
But a
Flicker of
A eternal song
#poetry
Of sand in glass
Once before
Time again
What pitch
Does a second make
The frequency of
Life passing
Stop and listen
To the sound of us
Slowly dying
The clock
Wont lock
It keeps spinning
Round the abyss we careen
The song of time
Sings to us
We listen to
But a
Flicker of
A eternal song
#poetry
Tin foil hat
Is so last year
We ship tin foil beanies
In fall colors
Snuggly conspire
Against your government
From the comfort of your
McMansion
If the news
Gives you anxiety
Just wait until you see
Your phone
How many likes
Will your performative anarchy get?
Does this balaclava
Look cunt?
#poetry
Is so last year
We ship tin foil beanies
In fall colors
Snuggly conspire
Against your government
From the comfort of your
McMansion
If the news
Gives you anxiety
Just wait until you see
Your phone
How many likes
Will your performative anarchy get?
Does this balaclava
Look cunt?
#poetry
November 9, 2025 at 9:25 PM
Tin foil hat
Is so last year
We ship tin foil beanies
In fall colors
Snuggly conspire
Against your government
From the comfort of your
McMansion
If the news
Gives you anxiety
Just wait until you see
Your phone
How many likes
Will your performative anarchy get?
Does this balaclava
Look cunt?
#poetry
Is so last year
We ship tin foil beanies
In fall colors
Snuggly conspire
Against your government
From the comfort of your
McMansion
If the news
Gives you anxiety
Just wait until you see
Your phone
How many likes
Will your performative anarchy get?
Does this balaclava
Look cunt?
#poetry
Stop the clock
Dancing alone
On the stock footage
Of my own
Self reflection
Caught on 8mm
Global movie theatre
The cinema of the Internet
Is overrated
Check out the comments
See who is implicated
OP is of questionable sexuality
In all its totality
We choke on our own
Destiny
Thats
Wiretapped
#poetry
Dancing alone
On the stock footage
Of my own
Self reflection
Caught on 8mm
Global movie theatre
The cinema of the Internet
Is overrated
Check out the comments
See who is implicated
OP is of questionable sexuality
In all its totality
We choke on our own
Destiny
Thats
Wiretapped
#poetry
November 9, 2025 at 4:35 AM
Stop the clock
Dancing alone
On the stock footage
Of my own
Self reflection
Caught on 8mm
Global movie theatre
The cinema of the Internet
Is overrated
Check out the comments
See who is implicated
OP is of questionable sexuality
In all its totality
We choke on our own
Destiny
Thats
Wiretapped
#poetry
Dancing alone
On the stock footage
Of my own
Self reflection
Caught on 8mm
Global movie theatre
The cinema of the Internet
Is overrated
Check out the comments
See who is implicated
OP is of questionable sexuality
In all its totality
We choke on our own
Destiny
Thats
Wiretapped
#poetry
The abyss calls
So silently
Each night
Whispers
Trickles like
Broken notes
On a detuned piano
The roaring noises
Of dark thoughts
Do not disturb
It is the silent
Lurking
Soft ones
The ones
We dont fight
But let in
Like soft breezes
Through an open window
They chill our toes
Bones
And heart
#poetry
So silently
Each night
Whispers
Trickles like
Broken notes
On a detuned piano
The roaring noises
Of dark thoughts
Do not disturb
It is the silent
Lurking
Soft ones
The ones
We dont fight
But let in
Like soft breezes
Through an open window
They chill our toes
Bones
And heart
#poetry
November 7, 2025 at 8:51 AM
The abyss calls
So silently
Each night
Whispers
Trickles like
Broken notes
On a detuned piano
The roaring noises
Of dark thoughts
Do not disturb
It is the silent
Lurking
Soft ones
The ones
We dont fight
But let in
Like soft breezes
Through an open window
They chill our toes
Bones
And heart
#poetry
So silently
Each night
Whispers
Trickles like
Broken notes
On a detuned piano
The roaring noises
Of dark thoughts
Do not disturb
It is the silent
Lurking
Soft ones
The ones
We dont fight
But let in
Like soft breezes
Through an open window
They chill our toes
Bones
And heart
#poetry
The midnight hour
Shines across
Full moon spectrum
Darkest fantasies
Spur the night
Scraping metal
Hits car tires
Squeezing the life
Left from your dreams
Minimum arbitrage
Sell your life
To buy Texaco
All the shares in the world
To own your own heart
And a
Prayer
Maybe
For
Money
Isn’t
Music
#poetry
Shines across
Full moon spectrum
Darkest fantasies
Spur the night
Scraping metal
Hits car tires
Squeezing the life
Left from your dreams
Minimum arbitrage
Sell your life
To buy Texaco
All the shares in the world
To own your own heart
And a
Prayer
Maybe
For
Money
Isn’t
Music
#poetry
November 6, 2025 at 9:13 AM
The midnight hour
Shines across
Full moon spectrum
Darkest fantasies
Spur the night
Scraping metal
Hits car tires
Squeezing the life
Left from your dreams
Minimum arbitrage
Sell your life
To buy Texaco
All the shares in the world
To own your own heart
And a
Prayer
Maybe
For
Money
Isn’t
Music
#poetry
Shines across
Full moon spectrum
Darkest fantasies
Spur the night
Scraping metal
Hits car tires
Squeezing the life
Left from your dreams
Minimum arbitrage
Sell your life
To buy Texaco
All the shares in the world
To own your own heart
And a
Prayer
Maybe
For
Money
Isn’t
Music
#poetry
Sellouts are
Made of the
Worst kind of words
But the blessed
Dish out compliments like
They grow on trees
Because
they might as well
They are free
So why not spread a little joy
Say what you like
To a strangers face
Bringing laughs
And smiles
A grace
Unless they think your creepy
And weird
#poetry
Made of the
Worst kind of words
But the blessed
Dish out compliments like
They grow on trees
Because
they might as well
They are free
So why not spread a little joy
Say what you like
To a strangers face
Bringing laughs
And smiles
A grace
Unless they think your creepy
And weird
#poetry
November 5, 2025 at 7:35 AM
Sellouts are
Made of the
Worst kind of words
But the blessed
Dish out compliments like
They grow on trees
Because
they might as well
They are free
So why not spread a little joy
Say what you like
To a strangers face
Bringing laughs
And smiles
A grace
Unless they think your creepy
And weird
#poetry
Made of the
Worst kind of words
But the blessed
Dish out compliments like
They grow on trees
Because
they might as well
They are free
So why not spread a little joy
Say what you like
To a strangers face
Bringing laughs
And smiles
A grace
Unless they think your creepy
And weird
#poetry
Pink cosmos
Tendrils of octopi touch
Missing gills of ocean ferns
Dash of snails
Eels and their tails
Coral reefs blending together
Ocean waves smother
The past into sand
Hard rocks disintegrate slowly
Return to the beach
Energy left behind
Erodes away
Transformed
A Return
To where
It came
#poetry
Tendrils of octopi touch
Missing gills of ocean ferns
Dash of snails
Eels and their tails
Coral reefs blending together
Ocean waves smother
The past into sand
Hard rocks disintegrate slowly
Return to the beach
Energy left behind
Erodes away
Transformed
A Return
To where
It came
#poetry
November 4, 2025 at 3:05 AM
Pink cosmos
Tendrils of octopi touch
Missing gills of ocean ferns
Dash of snails
Eels and their tails
Coral reefs blending together
Ocean waves smother
The past into sand
Hard rocks disintegrate slowly
Return to the beach
Energy left behind
Erodes away
Transformed
A Return
To where
It came
#poetry
Tendrils of octopi touch
Missing gills of ocean ferns
Dash of snails
Eels and their tails
Coral reefs blending together
Ocean waves smother
The past into sand
Hard rocks disintegrate slowly
Return to the beach
Energy left behind
Erodes away
Transformed
A Return
To where
It came
#poetry
The blue opens
Towards manic chaos
Supple nature
Tearing bikes
Screaming dykes
Fire is formed from
Chasms
Meeting in the streets
Simple Jack Frost
Rhythm in graphic tees
Printed across sidewalks sheets
Tumble down the wicked way
Darkness hid
Across the cavern lit by
City lights
Hearts lifted
#poetry
Towards manic chaos
Supple nature
Tearing bikes
Screaming dykes
Fire is formed from
Chasms
Meeting in the streets
Simple Jack Frost
Rhythm in graphic tees
Printed across sidewalks sheets
Tumble down the wicked way
Darkness hid
Across the cavern lit by
City lights
Hearts lifted
#poetry
November 2, 2025 at 8:08 AM
The blue opens
Towards manic chaos
Supple nature
Tearing bikes
Screaming dykes
Fire is formed from
Chasms
Meeting in the streets
Simple Jack Frost
Rhythm in graphic tees
Printed across sidewalks sheets
Tumble down the wicked way
Darkness hid
Across the cavern lit by
City lights
Hearts lifted
#poetry
Towards manic chaos
Supple nature
Tearing bikes
Screaming dykes
Fire is formed from
Chasms
Meeting in the streets
Simple Jack Frost
Rhythm in graphic tees
Printed across sidewalks sheets
Tumble down the wicked way
Darkness hid
Across the cavern lit by
City lights
Hearts lifted
#poetry
If all the wine &
Depression
Could cure me
Of isolation
Id live in a mountain of
Friends
Lovers
Accomplices
And various assorted acquaintances
Alas
These dont generate
Whats wanted
But
Depression resumes
Another one of natures
Cruel inefficiencies
How long will
The loneliness
Persist
#poetry
Depression
Could cure me
Of isolation
Id live in a mountain of
Friends
Lovers
Accomplices
And various assorted acquaintances
Alas
These dont generate
Whats wanted
But
Depression resumes
Another one of natures
Cruel inefficiencies
How long will
The loneliness
Persist
#poetry
November 1, 2025 at 12:47 AM
If all the wine &
Depression
Could cure me
Of isolation
Id live in a mountain of
Friends
Lovers
Accomplices
And various assorted acquaintances
Alas
These dont generate
Whats wanted
But
Depression resumes
Another one of natures
Cruel inefficiencies
How long will
The loneliness
Persist
#poetry
Depression
Could cure me
Of isolation
Id live in a mountain of
Friends
Lovers
Accomplices
And various assorted acquaintances
Alas
These dont generate
Whats wanted
But
Depression resumes
Another one of natures
Cruel inefficiencies
How long will
The loneliness
Persist
#poetry
Who
is this whose eyes
sparkle through my mind to steal pieces of my soul?
Her laugh ripples down my spine with warm familiarity
as if
somehow I
spent a life with her already as if
the universe
had written this story years ago
But
Its unwritten
She doesn’t exist
I yearn for
No one
Im alone
#poetry
is this whose eyes
sparkle through my mind to steal pieces of my soul?
Her laugh ripples down my spine with warm familiarity
as if
somehow I
spent a life with her already as if
the universe
had written this story years ago
But
Its unwritten
She doesn’t exist
I yearn for
No one
Im alone
#poetry
October 31, 2025 at 2:19 AM
Who
is this whose eyes
sparkle through my mind to steal pieces of my soul?
Her laugh ripples down my spine with warm familiarity
as if
somehow I
spent a life with her already as if
the universe
had written this story years ago
But
Its unwritten
She doesn’t exist
I yearn for
No one
Im alone
#poetry
is this whose eyes
sparkle through my mind to steal pieces of my soul?
Her laugh ripples down my spine with warm familiarity
as if
somehow I
spent a life with her already as if
the universe
had written this story years ago
But
Its unwritten
She doesn’t exist
I yearn for
No one
Im alone
#poetry