we blew glass from two ends.
our own breath, our own heat, and stubborn love.
a heart taking shape between us, clear, catching light.
that glass heart became the lamp in the dark.
it lit the path when nothing else did.
I broke it.
decided to stop closing them, leave my hands open.
let the blood dry where it will.
the tapping rain isn't punishment anymore.
it's just sound on whatever still catches light.
light did not vanish, it scattered.
silence has teeth now.
not loud — just steadily chewing at the edges of every quiet moment.
it reminds me she once stood in the same room as me,
a reminder sometimes cutting deeper than the absence itself.
made the light in the kitchen feel warmer, sunrise over the mountains grander.
who turned the sound of rain on the window into something worth listening to.
heart still remembers that temperature,
rest of the room has cooled.
some nights the silence feels like a favor I did myself.
other nights it feels like I handed over the last light in the room and walked out anyway.
still replaying the same piano notes like they might bring back the version of the day where everything had color.
they don’t.
hope in humanity withers a little more each time.
We pay with our sanity just to keep up;
log off and you're more wrecked, more hollow than when you started.
You can feel the theft of your energy the second you put the phone away.
Be more vigilant and guard your energy.
Unpopular take: The internet peaked years ago.
Used to feel like a leisurely walk through a flower garden—
slow curiosity, stopping to smell the roses,
mostly harmless thorns that barely stung.
Now it's a nonstop battlefield.
Built to spike your cortisol with every scroll
People believe AI will change their life,
most aren’t ready to face the truth: they’re mediocre.
AI doesn’t make you brilliant - it only reveals if you are.
With murky thoughts and limp language, it gives little back.
The sharpest sword is wasted in untrained hands.
Be better