we are in the same city, yet it's not the same circle anymore.

you posted the blur-ish blue sky on your social and i noticed it's the city i lived in nowadays. the crowds that you've hated, now it's becoming your story of life. the past you've tried to bury, i knew it like the back of my hand. but is it the future now you're trying to chase? 

you're pictured with faces i didn't quite recognize. their pages decorated with blue tick marks, yet the sound of their names are out of my reach. maybe because we grew apart on things we liked, or maybe it's just me not knowing you anymore. 

you drove the classiest car in the city surrounded by public trains and buses. the traffic could kill you, but i bet you wouldn't care because your companion is the cutest girl that wrapped around your left arm. it would be the nice two hours drive to the closest mall, but don't you feel a lil bit tired hiding behind the smiled-mask you wear all along? 

lately you're in the same city as i am, yet all i do just analyze your life through the screen like i'm a sociapthic stalker. to reach the place you're in, i don't want to anymore. to reach you again, it felt like i'm begging you to stay within my life. but we knew, we grew apart a long long time ago. we moved to the city we became, and we're on different roads on future we've dreamt of. and i should've just told myself: it's okay. maybe it's time to let go on things we didn't recognize anymore. maybe, it is the perfect time to let you go. 

// we are in the same city, yet it's not the same circle anymore.

22.08.25; 12.58pm

a soundtrack of us.

some of the songs now reminded me of you

didn't expect to find you in between the words

the sadness acoustic versions of my favorites

it felt like written about you

sounded sad that maybe you won't ever hear

the mixtapes i've built

because every songs now i feel like i relate

so much that it hurts

because you're out of my reach

yet the sound of your voice still haunts

in the night i once again fell apart 

// mixtapes of you.

19.08.25; 3.16pm

notes about heartbreak, xi.

Once every moonlight, after the phone rang in the middle of the dark, I'd always found myself asking to the mirror, "What are we?" Your laugh over the calls, our deep darkest secrets we shared along the jokes, all my poems that rhymed with your name. It is the silence that comes, until the phone will ring in another moonlights, just to find myself drowning. In questions that you'll never received. In answers that I'll never get. 

// in silence where I'm loving you. 

17.08.25; 09.20pm

and i'd collect every nickel

whenever i thought i miss you

but my tongue decided not to 

because you were never mine