midnights like this.

rozé. 30+. isfj. libra. la poésie est dans la rue en couleur pleine de vie. (this is a side blog, so i'll be following back using my main blog.) Copyright © 2022 Musings at Midnights by Rozé. All rights reserved.

[musingsatmidnights]

sleepless

my thoughts, plans, and concerns are armored like warriors, needlessly brandishing their swords against Hypnos at 2am.

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hygge

the sunlight dancing across the pages

the sound of ice cubes swirling in my coffee

the feeling of smooth bedsheet gliding against my skin

my dogs’ soft white fur beneath my palm

geeking over a newly learned historical or literary fact

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idle

my immense joy and pleasure in idling away cannot be measured.

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dying embers

what was once passion has morphed into a dull and meaningless motion

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ennui

whenever i’m bored, i can always feel the void slowly encroaching.

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cheers

a toast—

to the friendships that were once close and tight,

to the conversations and laughters that kept us up at night,

to the cityscape filled with night lights,

and to every thing that is hard to accept in life,

but we must.

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mourning

3:29 in the morning—

mourning all the lives i could have lived, all the paths i could have taken,

if only i were more courageous, if i were just a little braver.

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boggart the savior

you woke us up in december 2000 with the sounds of your paws stepping into the water that flooded the house overnight.

over twenty five years later, and i can still hear your playful yet urgent paw steps from that early morning.

if not for you, it would have been too late. we would've woken up submerged in the water, or we wouldn't have woken up at all.

we are forever grateful. we still think about you. and this poem is my attempt to immortalize you.

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nostalgia

the first blush of the morning wakes you, you get up and make yourself some cold brew.

you spend the day in comfort, when suddenly it morphs into discomfort.

this ambiguous wave of sadness, the inexplicable pang in your chest.

you feel like you're drowning, you’re pondering its source and now you’re frowning.

then you realize what it is— nostalgia.

the realization that the good old days have passed, that there's no turning back time, no turning around and running back to your childhood home that housed your childhood dogs and your father.

and since there's no returning, the nostalgia eats itself because there's nowhere else for it to go.

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remedy

there’s a void in my heart that only art—literature, paintings, music—can fill and heal.

if only i had followed my heart and pursued what my heart was calling for, then i would have been a happier person today.

but alas, i was a victim of the ‘practical’ mentality promoted by my family— choosing a path that will earn money instead of pursuing the arts and my passions.

in my next life, i would stand my ground.

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house // life

the ceiling of kindness how high will you go to help others?

the basement of vileness how low will you go to get what you want?

the windows peeking into various perspectives what’s your neighbor’s life like?

the doors leading to different paths do these choices bring excitement or anxiety?

the kitchen of creations how wild are you when you create and experiment?

the bedroom of solitude is there something better than enjoying your hobbies in privacy?

the closet of hidden skeletons what secrets will you take to your grave?

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twist

you twist my words and use them against me. you twist the knife as if stabbing me isn’t enough.

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when you are your own saboteur

i'm honest to a fault, which makes my growth halt.

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purpose

put my ashes in an hourglass so i can be of use even after i pass.

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death

death comes for us all, so they say ‘don’t be afraid.’ and yet i still am.

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treats

having something to look forward to is one of the best feelings in this world.

and for some reason, when that ‘something’ is considered small, ordinary, or simple, it feels all the more special and exciting. it truly makes me giddier.

a catch-up session with family or friends over good food has been scheduled this weekend? see me there.

the cake that i had delivered? can’t wait to gobble it all up.

the new parcel of make-up and skincare products that just arrived can’t wait to put them on my face and see how much they suit me and how they feel on my skin.

the new coffee flavor i saw online? can’t wait to taste it and see if i’ll add it to my list of favorites.

a new season of my favorite anime got announced? trust that i’ll be sat.

stumbled upon a book that’s right up my alley during a trip to the bookstore? believe that it will be with me when i leave the store and i’ll be snuggled under my blanket as i savor every page.

these little things brighten up my days and i genuinely treat them as reasons to keep on living.

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reverie

in my reverie, i see a happier me. now must make it real.