Dan

I'm the author of my life, unfortunately.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

Such a great set of starting rules.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

The world is holding back its breath,
No sudden wind, no frantic rush,
She’s craving the love, she’s craving the crush,
And we’re dancing in yard, a desperate rush.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

I feel the fear,
I’m writing love letters to a void that won’t respond,
Walking on the shoreline of a deep, dark pond.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

We have kissed in rain,
laughter spilling between thunder,
hair damp, boots soaked,
but warmth swelling in our chests,
and in those moments,
I knew no shadow could reach us,
no gaps could deal us.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

In the small things we’ve built,
there’s no room for echoes.
Just your hand finding mine
in the half light,
the way we fit without trying.
never rushed, never torn.
This is the quiet forever
we keep choosing,
one ordinary day at a time.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

I don’t imagine an ending to this.
I imagine continuity.
Mornings that start quietly.
Evenings that don’t need explaining.
The comfort of knowing
where I belong when the day runs out.
If doubt ever brushes past,
and it might!
it won’t find much to hold onto.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

And in that space,
I grow.
Not away from you,
towards us.
There’s no urgency here.
No fear of running out.
Just time,
moving at our pace,
letting things deepen on their own.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

If the world asks too much,
we’ll close the door.
Let it wait.
There’s space here.
Room to breathe.
Room to be exactly who we are.
No edits.
No armour.
Just truth,
softened by time
and held carefully.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

No confuse fire for my peace.
Some flames burn fast
leave nothing behind,
Feet on the cracked pavement,
Eyes wide, heart open
Felt my pride slipping,

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

I keep my walls up,
but not too high.
I let my warmth slip through,
like sunlight under a door,
Refusing to settle for less,
holding out for something real,

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

Until then, I keep moving,
guarding my own pulse,
letting kindness guide me,
letting tenderness shape me,
hoping the right soul is out there,
waiting to match mine,
without forcing, without fear,

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

No guessing, no doubts,
just the calm, simple certainty
that this one’s worth it.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

Still, I haven’t given up on the idea
that one day, something will shift.
That some small, unexpected moment
will bring the colour back.
Not all at once, but Quietly!

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

I go through the motions,
wake up, move, speak, breath,
but I don’t feel present.
I don’t feel here.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

Heart don’t jump.
Eyes don’t light up.
Things I used to love,
don’t even get a second glance now.
You get knocked enough times,
you stop expecting anything back.
Hope starts feeling like a scam.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

Everything’s washed out,
like colour packed its bags and cut.
Sky’s still there,
trees still stand,
faces still pass…
but it’s all flat.
Dead.
Like I’m watchin' life on mute.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

And here, in this perfect moment
of my living—
I keep that ember alive.
Not because I’m waiting.
Not because I’m stuck.
But because some love
is not a season to close,
but a privilege to carry.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

And yeah—
I dated after you.
Talked sweet.
Played calm.
Smiled easy.
But none of them
were hurricanes.
No one else
made the ground feel sacred
just by standing on it.
No one else
wrecked me right.
I don’t want perfect.
I want real.
And you?

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

I don’t chase meaning anymore.
I make it.
In how I speak to myself,
in who I let in,
in what I forgive
even when it’s hard.

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

I’ve been thunder.
I’ve been fog.
I’ve been the wind that left
without explanation.
But I’ve also been
that first blue sky
after days of gray,

[Dan @Jo1Dan]

I’ve stopped needing every sentence
to be perfect.
Sometimes it’s enough
to just mean it.
And maybe that’s what grace is:
not getting it right,
but returning—
over and over—
to what matters.