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@histellaaaar.bsky.social
writing cosmic horror and bad poetry. cat enthusiast. caffeine-powered.
my heart is locked room, echoing with the footsteps of someone who left long ago....
April 10, 2025 at 3:18 PM
my heart is locked room, echoing with the footsteps of someone who left long ago....
The world moves on, it doesn’t wait—
For hearts too bruised to chase the sun.
But even in the darkest fate,
The smallest spark is not undone.
So let the tears fall if they must,
For rain still feeds the quiet earth.
And though this life feels stripped of trust,
Even sorrow shapes rebirth.
For hearts too bruised to chase the sun.
But even in the darkest fate,
The smallest spark is not undone.
So let the tears fall if they must,
For rain still feeds the quiet earth.
And though this life feels stripped of trust,
Even sorrow shapes rebirth.
April 4, 2025 at 5:45 AM
The world moves on, it doesn’t wait—
For hearts too bruised to chase the sun.
But even in the darkest fate,
The smallest spark is not undone.
So let the tears fall if they must,
For rain still feeds the quiet earth.
And though this life feels stripped of trust,
Even sorrow shapes rebirth.
For hearts too bruised to chase the sun.
But even in the darkest fate,
The smallest spark is not undone.
So let the tears fall if they must,
For rain still feeds the quiet earth.
And though this life feels stripped of trust,
Even sorrow shapes rebirth.