@abrilata 25 March 2023

Enough for us In this bare, confined room, where walls quench ethereal thirst, severing morbid spaces, filling up holes of memories that we left untouched. Encapsulated, cornering languished hearts that do not know how to admit that this peace, even collected and compressed to form tougher walls, can be fizzled down in microseconds with just a single sorry. We have reclaimed ourselves from years of healing cruel scars, but we also have this flicker of feelings, flashed instantly, pulling, snatching us towards the untainted love we could have saved if we had just shut our doors behind. Letting people wonder that inside this room isn't just sounds of our arguments and broken mirrors, but a pool of galaxy and light and memories we wrecked and built without anyone's knowledge. In silence, out of the world's judgement, we peacefully and intentionally create extremely selfish love, a love that is only enough for both of us.

Original poem I wrote when I was in the midst of fighting my own emotions, however I was shamefully defeated -abrilata