A Writer's Diary
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You are the poetry within me, the ripple of verse under my skin, the incandescent breath against my mouth. There is no one else who sees and feels all of me, in every hue, who ignites my words and warms me by their fire.
January 5, 2026 at 6:25 PM
You are the poetry within me, the ripple of verse under my skin, the incandescent breath against my mouth. There is no one else who sees and feels all of me, in every hue, who ignites my words and warms me by their fire.
The fantasy of you keeps me warm
January 4, 2026 at 10:49 PM
The fantasy of you keeps me warm
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I no longer know what we were silent about
~Rainer Maria Rilke to Lou Andrea Salomé
~Rainer Maria Rilke to Lou Andrea Salomé
January 4, 2026 at 2:42 PM
I no longer know what we were silent about
~Rainer Maria Rilke to Lou Andrea Salomé
~Rainer Maria Rilke to Lou Andrea Salomé
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I realized that solitude does not exist for us as long as someone we love, even though they be somewhere else well beyond our reach, is feeling alone at the same time.
~Walter Benjamin
~Walter Benjamin
January 3, 2026 at 4:39 AM
I realized that solitude does not exist for us as long as someone we love, even though they be somewhere else well beyond our reach, is feeling alone at the same time.
~Walter Benjamin
~Walter Benjamin
"All I am is a movement towards you. A movement, a turning, towards you. I am nothing but you, but you, who are not there."
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
January 3, 2026 at 8:12 PM
"All I am is a movement towards you. A movement, a turning, towards you. I am nothing but you, but you, who are not there."
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
"I am my longing for you. I am only a turning towards you. I am walking. I am walking to you. I can’t do anything else, I can only be a movement turned towards you, whether you’re there or not."
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
January 3, 2026 at 8:12 PM
"I am my longing for you. I am only a turning towards you. I am walking. I am walking to you. I can’t do anything else, I can only be a movement turned towards you, whether you’re there or not."
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
"You fill me, like the light fills its day. I am a darkness without you. I miss you. I am walking up the street, but I can’t see anything. I am my longing for you."
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
January 3, 2026 at 8:10 PM
"You fill me, like the light fills its day. I am a darkness without you. I miss you. I am walking up the street, but I can’t see anything. I am my longing for you."
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
Jon Fosse, Melancholy
Now I want words, silence, coffee cups, the slow drag of your lip against mine, the barest graze of teeth, to reclaim myself fully, but also to melt into you. To be completely me, sedate and wild, with every shade blossoming under my skin, every want laid bare, to fully be, to fully live
January 3, 2026 at 8:03 PM
Now I want words, silence, coffee cups, the slow drag of your lip against mine, the barest graze of teeth, to reclaim myself fully, but also to melt into you. To be completely me, sedate and wild, with every shade blossoming under my skin, every want laid bare, to fully be, to fully live
I love you, it's as simple and as complicated as that. But I don't mind being in the shadows, just a little sea breeze on your tired head, just the sound of a turned page, just the first sip of coffee. Maybe you will find me in a thousand small things.
January 2, 2026 at 9:49 PM
I love you, it's as simple and as complicated as that. But I don't mind being in the shadows, just a little sea breeze on your tired head, just the sound of a turned page, just the first sip of coffee. Maybe you will find me in a thousand small things.
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The whole time I was hoping
my silence would fit yours
and exclamation marks would gently
float across time and space
so that boundaries would be crossed.
~Anna Akhmatova
Laura Makabresku
my silence would fit yours
and exclamation marks would gently
float across time and space
so that boundaries would be crossed.
~Anna Akhmatova
Laura Makabresku
January 2, 2026 at 2:46 PM
The whole time I was hoping
my silence would fit yours
and exclamation marks would gently
float across time and space
so that boundaries would be crossed.
~Anna Akhmatova
Laura Makabresku
my silence would fit yours
and exclamation marks would gently
float across time and space
so that boundaries would be crossed.
~Anna Akhmatova
Laura Makabresku
Yes, silence with you. To feel implicit understanding, to lean my head against your shoulder and feel your quiet smile
January 2, 2026 at 9:21 PM
Yes, silence with you. To feel implicit understanding, to lean my head against your shoulder and feel your quiet smile
I feel like no one seems to understand my need for silence, for stillness. Everyone seems to want to drown everything out with noise. I have felt abnormal and misunderstood my entire life because of this.
January 2, 2026 at 7:38 PM
I feel like no one seems to understand my need for silence, for stillness. Everyone seems to want to drown everything out with noise. I have felt abnormal and misunderstood my entire life because of this.
Feeling completely overwhelmed and wrung out by the holidays. Craving some peace and calm so desperately.
January 2, 2026 at 7:34 PM
Feeling completely overwhelmed and wrung out by the holidays. Craving some peace and calm so desperately.
I'm not lost. Still found, still here
December 31, 2025 at 10:09 PM
I'm not lost. Still found, still here
And now the embers of the year are fading, the smoke curl of your name drifting towards my open palms, a lone spark flickering to life, red gold dancing behind my eyes, every murmur suspended
December 31, 2025 at 9:20 PM
And now the embers of the year are fading, the smoke curl of your name drifting towards my open palms, a lone spark flickering to life, red gold dancing behind my eyes, every murmur suspended
I slip my hand into yours, wondering what you're reading. I turn to smile at you, to tell you where I walked today, and how they had filled the field with sheep. I clapped my hands together with joy, my cold breath billowing, imagining I was excitedly tugging your sleeve
December 31, 2025 at 8:18 PM
I slip my hand into yours, wondering what you're reading. I turn to smile at you, to tell you where I walked today, and how they had filled the field with sheep. I clapped my hands together with joy, my cold breath billowing, imagining I was excitedly tugging your sleeve
Through hollow lands and hilly lands. I still hear your voice reading those words, the memory still brings tears to my eyes. Yes, as long as there is life, there is hope.
December 31, 2025 at 12:16 PM
Through hollow lands and hilly lands. I still hear your voice reading those words, the memory still brings tears to my eyes. Yes, as long as there is life, there is hope.
I take your light with me into the night, wrapping you around me as the frost forms outside, the warmth of your words sinking into my skin, love radiating through my veins, the fire of your gaze flickering through the dark
December 30, 2025 at 10:46 PM
I take your light with me into the night, wrapping you around me as the frost forms outside, the warmth of your words sinking into my skin, love radiating through my veins, the fire of your gaze flickering through the dark
My soul still knows. My soul still feels you there, before time, before the beginning, two ships passing in the night. I still know you, I still feel you in every breath.
December 30, 2025 at 9:54 PM
My soul still knows. My soul still feels you there, before time, before the beginning, two ships passing in the night. I still know you, I still feel you in every breath.
I feel lighter knowing you are there, that our love remains, despite. Let me sink into silent moments as I feel you beside me.
December 30, 2025 at 8:32 PM
I feel lighter knowing you are there, that our love remains, despite. Let me sink into silent moments as I feel you beside me.
Sitting in silence, light waning, the winter chatter of the birds the only sound. Fingers on pages, soothed by words, ticking clocks, warm memories. Closing my eyes as I wait for a ghost- breath on my neck, a flutter of fingers on my shoulder.
December 30, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Sitting in silence, light waning, the winter chatter of the birds the only sound. Fingers on pages, soothed by words, ticking clocks, warm memories. Closing my eyes as I wait for a ghost- breath on my neck, a flutter of fingers on my shoulder.
Nothing can sever the connection. It's there for life.
December 29, 2025 at 10:37 PM
Nothing can sever the connection. It's there for life.
