Imperial Beach, CA, April 2026

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Imperial Beach, CA, April 2026
Do you ever wander
into the hidden rooms
where your shadow lingers?
There,
You are many
a thousand silhouettes flickering
in borrowed lanterns.
Tell me, which one is you?
Are they your truth
or grains of your being,
cast into the wind,
melted by longing
into small pieces of glass
that reflect and distort
all at once?
Each heart that holds you
is also a mirror of itself.
So they keep you
not as you are,
but as they were
when they knew you.
And there, you remain
unchanging, unmoving,
a story sealed in stillness,
rigid with memory,
bent by feeling.
Until the path crosses again…
if fate even allows it
And if it does,
you will arrive as someone new
while they still hold
the ghost of who you were.
Is it still you they see as their eyes undressed you before?
Cien años daría
por un día
donde tus acracias
duraran una vida,
y que la vida
por fin
me cumpliera con tus besos.
Blimey! Possibly, the attention to detail of what love brings? Nostalgia, joy, and ache. As of late, it all seemed superficial. Perhaps, your inspiration or lack there of. Happy to see youre back.
Maybe I need to experience more love for inspiration sakes. Hurt a little, get hurt back. Love ardently, be loved profoundly.
Tengo varios versos que te aman Estrofas que te odian Como pueden ser tan crueles las palabras Sin hablar Sin tener que decir nada Cuentan todo lo que no fuimos
Y tu nombre sigue pegado a mis labios Secos, muriendo de sed Pero aún acurrucados por el sabor
de tus mentiras
I confess: I am jealousy,
The sky keeps you each night; while my arms learn the language of empty rivers.
When I look at the stars, I see only us: what once burned forever, now scattered.
You took the sky with you, and still your absence shines brighter than anything left to light my dark.
Escondido entre los colores de tu juventud, Hoy vi como el tiempo ha besado tu pelo
Y como tú carita esquiva las brisas de los años.
Enséñame el ardor de tu fuego, Si me quemo no hay problema.
Quiero aprender como el tiempo te ha enseñado amar
In this universe, I am your moth,
Circling, With you or without you
Your light surrounds me, Never held, never gone.
What lesson remains to a heart that has learned your shape?
Listen, this is my madness finally learning to speak.
May I linger a moment more in the space you left behind?
Used to come for your poetry. It’s gotten worse over the past years.
Heard. I’ve been feeding my broken heart ego lately. Care to elaborate which piece from the past speaks to you?
This hurt has clung to my mind
It drips on the heart It seeps in my sleep Eyes swollen in weeps
How fortunate I am I can feel you
I am alive
Or so my body thinks
I never sought to chain you, my love, only to be chosen by you. To have you look upon me, and not him, as the one worth belonging to in this cruel eternity.
Each thought of you fleeing to the skies with him, staying in foreign rooms, breathing the air of distant nights where I was not, it drove a stake through the calm I pretended to possess.
I only wanted to be the garden you returned to after wandering deserts of faces and voices not mine.
Perhaps you will call it immaturity,or that modern phrase, toxic masculinity
But I tell you, I admit, I carried within me,the very doubts of what it meant to be a man.
Perdóname.
Yearning for nights
Where we lay in bed, where I learned to be your loyal fiend.
Where I quietly learned the way you loved, and wondered why you made me so happy. wanting to know every detail of you,
lest I forget the thirty eternities it took for you to arrive.
No tengo ganas de dejarte de amar.
Undertaker, please drive slow
This road, see its carved with scars
I can count them, deeper than the ones on this toiled body
Please drive slow, there’s a hell waiting for me
I am in no rush to burn
There’s wrath to be feasted on, and I’m starving slow.
How do I let go of this solitude? One with which I’ve slept, caressed, kissed my whole life?
To feel that the one last piece of me left with you, and now solitude returns
The one that’s always cradled me, no matter the happiness, no matter the moons circling around me.
Everything stays trapped inside, the shell you left behind.
Happiness doesn't have a price But it starts with my arm, Numb under your body Intertwined on the couch Staring at your scrunched up toes, Grazing near my face
Tiempo: un pobre imbècil, Que no sabe medir el peso de un amor Con una condena perpetua. No veo como el tiempo borre los sellos de tus labios Besos que me manchan más que mi propia sangre Sangre que brota de mi corazón Buscando tu piel a donde caer
Ni Dios, ni el diablo se acercan Porque hasta el olvido le teme a este dolor.