CRÉATIONS LITTÉRAIRES
25 August 2025
She loved me.
I feel it in her silence; coated with the desperate need to understand me.
The need to birth me again in her mind as the person I truly am.
She always loved me.
Where Do We Stand ?
Where do we stand
when being anonymous
becomes your part
in a whole that
considers you a shadow
Little Sky
my girlfriend calls me little sky. she sees my smile a rising sun, my depression a dark cloud always looming over my horizons, my fear a fog that creeps in and blinds me before I realize how thick it has become.
she doesn’t know how much it means to be seen as the whole sky when my entire life others have only loved me as the sun. how they have come to me for warmth but shied away from the shiver of my sadness, how they have loved me when the summer breeze is in my laugh but have sheltered against my heart’s howling winds.