In the whispering winds that sweep the hills, Where golden fields kiss endless skies, There lies a land of ancient dreams, Moldova — cradle of my heart’s sunrise. Here, where rivers sing with Zamfir’s flute, And for » Continue Reading
It starts with a feeling. Not a memory— A feeling . A hush in the chest. A flicker behind the ribs. A quiet warmth like you’ve just remembered something precious you never meant to forget. The ocean knows. The sky knows » Continue Reading
I was seven when the sky decided to cry like it meant it. A full storm, not soft, not gentle. So we climbed upstairs in Grandma’s house— the floor creaked like it missed us. The candle flickered on the nightstand like a tiny moon, and we went to bed with it watching over us. My sister’s breath was warm and close, and outside, the rain told the trees things we couldn’t hear yet. The night hummed a ... » Continue Reading
There is something unsettling about waking up and realizing that you’ve been performing your life instead of living it. You speak. You walk. You laugh on cue. You say, “I’m fine,” because that is what the script requires, and everyone around you is acting too, so no one questions the delivery. » Continue Reading
I walk among the glass people with their painted-on smiles and paper hands, their voices pressed flat like dried flowers between the pages of a book no one opens anymore. Everyone keeps moving » Continue Reading
I don’t know how to explain this without my hands shaking a bit, without that ticking sound echoing in my head again — tik tak, tik tak — the clock always running, always approaching something I don’t want to face. There is someone who keeps appearing in my life. He lurks in my DMs, always watching, always waiting. » Continue Reading
He Lurks Stalker breath, shadow on my screen, lurking in my DMs like a whisper I never asked for. He says he loves me. He says he changed for me. » Continue Reading
This life bleeds slow, like a wound that never closes. I drag my heart through every dawn, but the sun feels like a lie. You were the only flame that didn’t burn— just » Continue Reading
This life feels heavy on my chest, A winter with no spring to follow. Some nights I breathe, but don’t feel alive, Some days my name echoes hollow. Do you think about me When the crowd is gone, » Continue Reading
I am a shadow behind your light. A creep, a weirdo, haunted by the way you float through the world like I am invisible. I wanted to be special. I wanted you to notice me. But I » Continue Reading
I watched you from the edges, wanted to step closer, but I was too much and not enough. A creep, a weirdo, a shadow moving behind your light. I floated in a world that was beautiful, and you were angelic in every way. I wished I was special. I wanted your attention, wanted to matter. But I was invisible, and you didn’t see me in the way I saw you. I could feel myself breaking, my chest hollowed » Continue Reading
And here is the truth you’re not ready for yet: One day, someone will hold your face in their hands and say, “I’m so glad it was you.” And you will finally understand: » Continue Reading