sūlouke

i'm sorry you couldn't see me. you didn't look deep enough.

Finding happiness in small things because (let's be honest) the big things really just aren't for some of us.

write about the dark things.

i'm used to being forgotten.

i like solitude too much to belong

So close to the edge, I can touch the stars.

No one talks about the longing that doesn’t scream, just sits gently in your chest and waits.

it is very difficult to be simple

the softest ways we wanted to hold on.

art is how souls communicate across centuries

maybe it's me maybe i'm the problem maybe it's always been me.

We run out of pages but the story continues.

We need a sky under which kids won't just die.

"a man can endure anything, except the lack of meaning" ~viktor frankl

when your forest is dark i will ask the stars to dance for you.

there's a graveyard in every heart full of unsaid words..

A graveyard in every heart.

i miss the world before covid.

nobody reaches for me not even kind words.

some of us will be remembered and some of us will be forgotten.

You'll find me in the depths, never the shallows.