unseen realities

inadequate appreciation of reality

[proserpina-markham]

🍂 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔣 ☕️

[pigeon-post-office]

Longing has a favorite season: winter

~Dearest regards Pigeon-post-office

[pigeon-post-office]

Poetry is what helps me remember that even in fragments, I am whole

~Dearest regards Pigeon-post-office

[pigeon-post-office]

Poetry is what helps me remember that even in fragments, I am whole

~Dearest regards Pigeon-post-office

[petrichor-mist]

⋆ ˚ ˚★ ⋆ ˚.Light Academia Aesthetic.˚. ★⋆ ˚˚..

[remanence-of-love]

[wakewithpurpose]

why would i be?

there are moments when i think i’ve healed, when i convince myself the storm has passed. i say i’ve moved on, i say i’ve found my way back to myself. but then a single memory slips through, and suddenly i’m right back where i swore i’d never return.

it’s absurd, how the heart remembers what the mind keeps trying to forget. i’ve lost my mind over you more times than i’ll ever admit, wandering through thoughts i never meant to revisit. and even now, when i see you building a life that no longer has space for me, something inside me flickers—not anger, not hope, just that quiet, aching question: why does it still affect me?

sometimes it feels like i’m standing beneath the rain of old memories, soaked by moments that should’ve dried long ago. i tell myself i’ve let you go, yet a part of me still gets caught in the unnamed places your absence carved into me—those corners where longing pretends to be strength and nostalgia disguises itself as closure.

maybe the truth is simpler than all the ways i tried to dress it up:

you were never meant to stay long enough to be a chapter, and i kept rewriting a story you were never planning to finish.

maybe i reached too far, believed too deeply, wanted too much. maybe i mistook my own devotion for something you never intended to offer.

and now i’m left staring at the truth your silence makes impossible to escape:

why would i be trapped in a place without a name, holding on in the hope that you would tell me?

why would i be bleeding for hands that never even tried to hold me?

— czar

[inkpressedpetals]

[wakewithpurpose]

[moonss-and-stars]

“But isn’t it always pain that often makes us most aware of self?”

[figens33]

[moonss-and-stars]

“I'm only poetry, soul, nothing else.”

-Vladimir Mayakovsky

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from an unsent letter

[nixscriptum]

[poisonintheink]

a pale, windy day in november.

© ʀ.ᴛ. // ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴɪɴᴛʜᴇɪɴᴋ

[literaryvein]

L. V., writing on the sky

[wakewithpurpose]

the ending we deserved

i keep thinking about how close we were to losing each other.

not because the feeling wasn’t there,

but because we kept swallowing the words

that might have saved us.

we kept pulling away and returning in the same breath,

too scared to leave,

too scared to stay,

pretending the silence meant nothing

when it was already starting to hurt.

and the truth is,

i didn’t hold on because i was desperate.

i held on because something in me felt calm around you

in a way it didn’t anywhere else.

i just didn’t know how to say that

without sounding like

a complete mess over you.

and even when we weren’t talking,

you still came back.

awkward. unsure.

but you came back.

and that said more than anything

we ever tried to explain.

we weren’t perfect.

we weren’t even good at it most of the time.

but we kept choosing each other in small, clumsy ways

that somehow meant more than the big ones.

so now we’re here again,

after everything that almost broke us,

after everything we had to grow out of

just to meet each other properly this time.

and i keep asking myself,

why shouldn’t we choose the version of this

where we stop pretending we don’t want the same thing?

why shouldn’t we choose the ending

where we finally stay?

— czar