Books, clothes, shoes—each folded and stacked with precision. Cutlery aligned like soldiers, dishes nested like secrets. His journal, a map of scattered thoughts, tucked between pages of time. He arranged anxiety beside love, gods beside demons, fears beside truths. His boss, his mother—filed under obligations. Sorrows and deprivations, hypocrisies and pains—he placed them gently in drawers, basements, and the folds of old sheets. He sorted sleep into symptoms, dreams into shadows. Lies were labeled and stored in the corners of memory, deceptions wrapped in silence. Every word he spoke carried the weight of the others, each syllable echoing through the … Continue reading He organized everything

Vague paragraphs and serious periods, where reticences in detail paint the canvas of our thoughts, we find ourselves lost in the labyrinth of square commas and interrupted phrases. Unfinished histories linger like whispers in the wind, stories and small talk weaving the fabric of our existence. After? Afterward, I will pay the toll of reflection. In the uncovered sleep of dreams, silence rests upon the mouth, yet words dance in the eyes. The body, adorned with transparent stars, wears the sky as a dress. A moon is stamped on the nose, and the sun kisses the cheeks. A feature full … Continue reading Essence of Dreams

I am here to be all in, so hunker down now, love. Together, we’ll trample over the sky, our laughter echoing through the clouds. We’ll bury ourselves in the nape of mountains, finding solace in their ancient embrace. Our golden years will be spent dicing mangoes and making grocery lists, each task a testament to our shared journey. In time, we’ll know so much of each other that all the walls in our house will ache, spilling over with fierce gentleness. The love we cultivate will be so profound that it’ll beg the Big Dipper to hold us for the … Continue reading A Love Story Written in the Stars

Inside every embrace lies a universe of unspoken words, a sanctuary where the heart finds solace. Each hug whispers the most beautiful sentiments, like a gentle breeze carrying the promise of presence: “I’m here.” It’s a silent assurance that, no matter the storm, you are not alone. In the warmth of an embrace, worries dissolve like morning mist, replaced by the comforting murmur of “do not worry.” It’s a reminder that the weight of the world can be shared, lightened by the simple act of holding on. Time itself seems to pause, allowing the embrace to echo the wisdom of … Continue reading The Language of Embrace

Later last night, as the world slumbered under a blanket of stars, I found myself alone with an atlas in my lap. The pages, worn and familiar, cradled the stories of countless lands and lives. I traced the contours of continents with gentle fingers, feeling the pulse of the earth beneath my touch. In the quiet of the night, I whispered to the atlas, “Where does it hurt?” The question hung in the air, fragile and tender. To my surprise, the atlas responded, its voice a soft murmur that echoed through the stillness. “Everywhere,” it sighed. “Everywhere, everywhere.” I felt … Continue reading Whispers of the Atlas

Minutes: Time did not pass in mere seconds but in breaths, each inhalation filling our lungs with something sweeter than air. It was an ephemeral essence, a delicate ethereal that vanished like the morning fog, leaving behind only the memory of its sweetness. Glances: Your eyes became my eyes, held within my own like a precious gem, one that only death could part from. We gazed into each other with fond anticipation, searching for something—anything—worth keeping for eternity, though we hadn’t a clue what that might be. Breath: In case my lungs ever failed, I found solace in knowing I … Continue reading Things We Stole (With No Intention of Returning)

I want you to succeed, dear soul. In every endeavor you undertake, in every act of love you extend to yourself and to others. I wish for you to be swift in forgiveness and gentle in judgment, to not be overly harsh on yourself when you stumble, nor on others when they falter. I know the weight of past disappointments, the scars left by those who have failed you. But perhaps, true success is not measured by solitary achievements, but by the grace with which you respond to life’s challenges, fostering mutual growth and understanding. At the end of each … Continue reading A Message of Encouragement

I keep thinking about all the things I love, from the warmth of people to the rhythmic ticking of clocks. It’s as if I want to gather everything I cherish, every word that has ever touched my soul, every moment that has peeled back the layers of my heart like an orange, leaving it exposed and vulnerable. I want to collect these fragments and weave them into a nest, a sanctuary I can call home. My mind races with thoughts of what I would add to this nest if I could. There are so many things: the taste of a … Continue reading A Nest of Love and Memory

In the stillness of the night, the air was thick with tension. The distant howls of dogs echoed through the trees, a haunting reminder of the relentless pursuit. Yet, she pressed on, her heart pounding with each step. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows, dancing like specters in the dark woods. Fear threatened to paralyze her, but she knew she couldn’t afford to stop. The shouts grew louder, a cacophony of desperation and determination. Every fiber of her being screamed to keep moving. She could almost taste the freedom that lay just beyond the horizon, a sweet promise that urged … Continue reading Relentless Pursuit of Freedom

…ma tu, tu sei terra.Non solo suolo, ma ventre antico che pulsa sotto il silenzio.Sei radice feroce, che rompe la pietra, che non chiede permesso.Affondi nel profondo, dove il tempo non ha nome,e lì respiri, lì resisti. Sei la terra che aspetta.Aspetti il passo giusto, la pioggia che non tradisce,il seme che osa fidarsi.Nel tuo silenzio c’è un grido,una promessa che non ha fretta. Tu non ti pieghi, tu generi.Ogni crepa è un invito, ogni attesa è un atto di fede.E chi ti calpesta, non sache cammina su un cuore che batte lento,ma batte forte. ❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Tu sei