quietcatastrophe

About absence, abandonment and quiet ache of asking where were you while still discovering myself

Inspired by fragments of reality. Not every wound has a name, and not every story is meant to be explained. Sometimes poetry says what words spoken aloud cannot.

I'm no expert in love, but that's how I believe love works. Maybe I'm naive, but I hope I'm not the only one who thinks this way. T.T

A heart that feels too deeply, cares too much, and forgets itself in the process.

A poem about the two words people say most often—and mean the least.

Sometimes jealousy isn't about possession. Sometimes it's just the fear of losing the person who makes you feel less alone.