Renan
@renanmalkavian.bsky.social
A seeker on the edge of meaning,
My words burn like fleeting dreams—
raw, wild, alive.
My words burn like fleeting dreams—
raw, wild, alive.
I am not lonely, though I am alone.
The world outside shouts in colors and chaos,
but here, inside my solitude, I am whole—
or broken—both are the same.
The world outside shouts in colors and chaos,
but here, inside my solitude, I am whole—
or broken—both are the same.
January 23, 2025 at 4:23 AM
I am not lonely, though I am alone.
The world outside shouts in colors and chaos,
but here, inside my solitude, I am whole—
or broken—both are the same.
The world outside shouts in colors and chaos,
but here, inside my solitude, I am whole—
or broken—both are the same.